Gay Cruising Windsor On

Heron Country John Donne

FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS

No man is itself
comparable to an island
every man is a piece of the continent,
a portion of land;
away by the sea if a clod, Europe would lose

as if a promontory.
as if a manor
of thy friends or of thine own were.
any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
So never send
for whom the bell tolls,
tolls for thee.

John Donne, England-1572-1631

Joy Of Cooking Buttermilk Waffles

repeating our son to YEATS

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and I will fly, Innisfree and go,
and a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: nine
grooves bean I have there, a hive for the honey,
and live alone in the glade hum.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
midnight there is a glimmer, and noon a purple glow
evening full of linnet's wings.

I will arise and I will march, night and day,
hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the road or on the pavements gray
I hear in the depths of the heart.


William Butler Yeats (Dublin, 1865-1939)

Leotards For Overweight People

here reminding

Perhaps the world should be in the kitchen

where we talk about the child.

The future is a face, a sweet name

one blood en route to this path.

Love said of a strange way:

crib, diaper, robe.

These commonalities.

Those words white.

The love has grown.

Spring sings in my handkerchief.

JUAN GELMAN