ringamybells:

Point of No Return | Expose
680 plays

Northampton Style

Evening falls. Someone’s playing a dulcimer
Northampton-style, on the porch out back.
Its voice touches and parts the air of summer,

as if  it swam to time us down a river
where we dive and leave a single track
as evening falls. Someone’s playing a dulcimer

that lets us wash our mix of dreams together.
Delicate, tacit, we engage in our act;
its voice touches and parts the air of summer.

When we disentangle you are not with her
I am not with him. Redress calls for tact.
Evening falls. Someone’s playing a dulcimer

still. A small breeze rises and the leaves stir
as uneasy as we, while the woods go black;
its voice touches and parts the air of summer

and lets darkness enter us; our strings go slack
though the player keeps up his plangent attack.
Evening falls. Someone’s playing a dulcimer;
its voice touches and parts the air of summer.

(Source: cactuslands)


summerdiary:

Rene Maximo by Gianfranco Briceño
The Summer Diary Project.  Follow us on Facebook + Twitter @summer_diary

summerdiary:

Rene Maximo by Gianfranco Briceño

The Summer Diary Project.  Follow us on Facebook + Twitter @summer_diary




66051
Apr 02

(Source: sexandmanhattan)


Two Poems | Derrick Austin

1972
Apr 01
harvestheart:

transiberiana:

John Singer Sargent, Spanish Torero

harvestheart:

transiberiana:

John Singer Sargent, Spanish Torero

(Source: lapitiedangereuse)