Rereading The Sheltering Sky and remembering the reasons I like it/don't like it. I guess the fact that I'm rereading it means something...
Monday, January 08, 2007
drowning in a
falls without anyone
Note. This isn't to be taken as easily as water inside caverns. See the woman walking down the road, and here another poem is setting just like the sun. It's almost over, can you see almost the color of her steps as she shifts toward shadow. Her curves like a tree, no sun now: irregular pastel afternoon (almost).