OPTIONAL POETRY

No quiero seguir siendo raíz en las tinieblas, vacilante, extendido, tiritando– Neruda, and I even then I wondered how much of you I could know. Do you remember? We walked in the snow and talked about the edge of the universe, how contrary to conjecture it is expanding faster than ever. Four years. Is it chance, or could you predict this? A softer scientist I see both suns– giver of life and vengeful destroyer– and would accept either, now: no […]