Having lost you for-
ever I am subject to ran-
don gusts of perfume.
I’ve always been o-
pen to radical others—-
Traherne’s endless sand.
But this is too much.
It was your scent on the wind,
double-edged Angel.
Glosses on texts by William Desmond
Having lost you for-
ever I am subject to ran-
don gusts of perfume.
I’ve always been o-
pen to radical others—-
Traherne’s endless sand.
But this is too much.
It was your scent on the wind,
double-edged Angel.