Mirror in February A Poem By Thomas Kinsella
The day dawns, with scent of must and rain,Of opened soil, dark trees, dry bedroom air.Under the fading lamp, half dressed – my brainIdling on some compulsive fantasy –I towel …
Thomas Kinsella
The day dawns, with scent of must and rain,Of opened soil, dark trees, dry bedroom air.Under the fading lamp, half dressed – my brainIdling on some compulsive fantasy –I towel …