The Path of Poets
I opened my eyes and I saw a cloaked man behind a desk. It was odd because I was not in a room. The ceiling and floor were nowhere to […]
I opened my eyes and I saw a cloaked man behind a desk. It was odd because I was not in a room. The ceiling and floor were nowhere to […]
This poem was written to Samuel Barber’s Adagio for Strings op.11 For the audio accompaniment as you read this poem, click here. There’s not that I can softly say That […]