Dark corridors, crammed bedrooms, stairs that smell …
George Szirtes
Were I to fall in love all over again, it would be …
Four poilus in a wood austerely shitting. …
What you cannot see through those windows …
A moving shadow, nothing, just a tree, …
I have seen eternity and it is like this, …
Love, we were young once, and ran races …
The eye is drawn to that single yellow star …
The visionary moment comes …