BACH

I listen to Glenn Gould play Bach on the piano or Wanda Landowska from the organ and I can go on.

Trees of tears, it is spring to rest on.

A voyage out of Rimbaud, a covenant rainbow.

Stars outside imagine us.

Cowbells and horses near the stables.

A forest of green mist, rain portrayed onto the canvas brush.

New moon of Pentacost.

Nature does not need to boast.

Dickinson searching for the divine in New England.

Simone Weil's head aches.

Whitman eyes America like the later Crane.

Emerson's sons in Concord.

The dawn is raw after winter.

Peace like a fawn.

Lorca's Birthday.