To melt the winter sun, partially,
and hold it in a glass,
Agha Shahid Ali,
to love, count to ten,
then at last
to grieve,
Auden,
then, cussedly, leave
to tread on something
firmer,
Rene Sharanya Verma,
to lose, again,
reach that place, unknown,
darker,
Dorothy Parker.
and hold it in a glass,
Agha Shahid Ali,
to love, count to ten,
then at last
to grieve,
Auden,
then, cussedly, leave
to tread on something
firmer,
Rene Sharanya Verma,
to lose, again,
reach that place, unknown,
darker,
Dorothy Parker.
