EMIL CIORAN In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.
Friday, January 31, 2020
MICHAEL LONGLEY “Thaw”
Snow curls into the coalhouse, flecks the coal.
We burn the snow as well in bad weather
As though to spring-clean that darkening hole.
The thaw’s a blackbird with one white feather.
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