"A book of verses, underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread -- and thou Beside me singing in the wilderness -- Ah, wilderness were paradise enow!"
-- Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, as translated by Edward Fitzgerald
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Book Spine Poetry: Suspect Terrain
A taste for travel,
a beautiful mind.
How to lie with maps?
The other path, where on earth?
In suspect terrain:
complexity, chaos, the places that scare you.
I've been gone far too long;
I should have stayed home...
coming home crazy.