The coming of spring is insidious and cruel.
The mist pervades my throat as it melted the crystal
my voice was. I am weak, and I much preferred
the hard agreement of our truce of gauntlets.
Marilyn Hacker, “The Song of Líadan”
Image: Peter Lister, “Rainbows: March”
“What is the world? tell, Worldling (if thou know it).
If it be good, why do all ills o’erflow it?
If it be bad, why dost thou like it so?
If it be sweet, how come sit bitter then?
If it be bitter, what bewitcheth men?
If it be friend, why kills it (as a foe)
Vain-minded men that over-love and lust it?
If it be foe, Fondling, how dar’st thou trust it?”
Joshua Sylvester | “Mundus Qualis”
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