Sensucht: Sonnet XC
by Donald Williams When the fog obscures the outlines of the treesBut breaks to show the sharpness of the stars,And the blood feels sudden chill although the breezeIs warm, and all the old internal scars From stabbing beauty start to ache anew;When mushrooms gather in a fairy ringAnd every twig and grass-blade drips with dewAnd then a whippoorwill begins to Read More ›