Another bleak day in Chicago, green
threatening waves on Lake Michigan
and sepulchral black tree branches
along the shore but indoors our vases
burst with cheery flowers
Month: January 2017
Tonight, in the mousey darkness,
His hand will touch her small bare breast;
She will think of the weeks before the wedding,
A fire at an orphanage, the Russian missionary
Who lost his youth in a soldier’s tent.
“I cannot believe that our mutual affections would come as much of a surprise to society, or to either of our families,” Charles had said to her rather abruptly, but gently, with a gentle smile, as they dined quietly near the Opéra-Comique. She faintly smiled in reply. “Do forgive my presumption,” he added.Read More
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