Monday, March 5, 2012


photo: Jon Godfrey

                                     What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,

                                     I have forgotten, and what arms have lain

                                     Under my head till morning; but the rain

                                     Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh

                                     Upon the glass and listen for reply...

                                                                              Edna St Vincent Millay

No comments:

Post a Comment