A Luminous Halo

"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf

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Location: Springfield, Massachusetts, United States

Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007


With your sliver tongue
A slick shiny beetle
Like a collar-pin
On an enamelled leaf.
Did you dart
Or creep up on him?
Did your colors change
From gray of rock to foliate green
Or did the beetle see
Yet freeze,
Hypnotized by your golden eye?
The sun, the sun is over everything.
Under its staring gaze
You seem caught interminably.
All focuses
For a motionless eternity
On a point in space.
In the blink
Of a transparent eyelid
It will vanish.

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a pesar que no te conozco, dejo mi comentario
Felipe S.

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