In man, it was written, are found the elements
and their characteristics, for he passes
from cold to hot, moisture to dryness.
He comes into being and passes out of being
like the minerals, nourishes and reproduces
like the plants, has feeling and life
like animals. His figure resembles the terebinth;
his hair, grass; veins,...
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by Richard Schiffman
After aeons of hurtling through space, minding its own business,
there’s suddenly this other heavenly body out there
jerking on an asteroid’s heartstrings. Not that asteroids have hearts.
And that’s the point. It’s not about hearts, it’s about collisions.
Ok, it is about hearts too, dragging their debris-trails of longings
like the tails of comets, sprays of ice and...
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SINCE there is no escape, since at the end
My body will be utterly destroyed,
This hand I love as I have loved a friend,
This body I tended, wept with and enjoyed;
Since there is no escape even for me
Who love life with a love too sharp to bear:
The scent of orchards in the rain, the sea
And hours alone too still...
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