God I was crazy for not Going to her door, Tapping on her window, Following her to the river Where her dory grew wet like the moon, A bird sick of its tree, I despair, Leaves without wind, I lay Damp and quiet on the earth. — Frank Stanford, from “Between Love and Death,” What… Continue reading Frank Stanford
My heart talks about nothing but you. —Albert Camus, Les Justes. (Folio, November 8th 1999. Originally published January 1949.