Does that matter (Desnos)
Everything is dark, everything is dead, alone, but does that matter
if you have for one moment, in the summer sun,
the illusion of love and abundance.
Robert Desnos, from "Dawn"
Labels: poetry
Must I always be one of those dim heroes who doesn't realize all he needs is to hold out a blossom sprig, not make a speech with his head on fire with a weasel concealed under his cloak tearing out his heart.
—Dean Young
—Dean Young
Sunday, February 28, 2016
