06 December 2007

coffee shop of my dreams

3 comments:

Johan Silencio said...

Where the hell are you coming up with all this brilliance?! You are certainly in a prolific period, carrel dweller. No response can sometimes mean a dizzy signal, which your texts lately certainly promote. I love the way you use the word "snow"--it is so unexpected--and the last line of that same stanza is multifaceted and profound.

Anonymous said...

Mmmm... a slice of T.S. Eliot, with a sprinkle of Donne, death and decay in just the right amount. Add to that the sacredness of Hopkins. Beautifully written. A sacred day, and a token, indeed.

Angel said...

Lovely. thanks for connecting...