Again, James Tolan
Gray clouds bluing into fog,
a dark season stretches

across windows full of empty panes
and the red bricks crumbling.

Through the pitched roof baring beams,
a small rain down does rain.

Love, again, I’ve lost you
and again, you’ve led me home.


Horse would be dog! dog would be swallow! swallow, a wasp wasp would be horse! And I, onthe eaves, who strain tobefiery seraph,and am while ontheceiling, plaster … —from Federico García Lorca, “Introduction to Death”