Month: April 2013
Derek Walcott on Love (2 Poems)
The Fist The fist clenched round my heart loosens a little, and I gasp brightness; but it tightens again. When have I ever not loved
". . . it is almost impossible that I should be here." – V. Woolf
The Fist The fist clenched round my heart loosens a little, and I gasp brightness; but it tightens again. When have I ever not loved