Memories of an Old Man in Exile
Who can bring me back the scent That was riding on the breeze By a fountain far away On an …
Who can bring me back the scent That was riding on the breeze By a fountain far away On an …
When the arms of the cold empty ocean are my only consoling caress, and the wide open sky encircled by …
An enigmatic loneliness Has nestled on my porch— A mottle-feathered camouflage Against his stony berth. At first, I thought ‘twas …
Coast of perfect bays, all night the harbor widens between us; as we sleep the continents change address. I sail …
Attending school and working in the day I’m occupied, but that’s not true at night. My lonely longing comes when …