The Mixed Urn : Poems

A Different Vision And when the bright detail was restored, all my senses danced, until Ravel's Kaddish, rinsed with too much sunshine, scalded the morning with a blinding rain. I saw you and I thought if only I'd been more aware of all my retinal glitches, darnings, rainbows, I could have seen more clearly how to love you. What shall I do with all this finer light?