from “Bright Wings”
…What is a man to do in such a moment?
When he knows he’s being fooled by Hericlitean fire and all
those old and hopeful ideas about the moral jewel in beauty?
I mean in this day and age, when no one can get those
equations to hold up anymore?
Frank Gaspar
from: Night of a Thousand Blossoms
Entry Filed under: Gaspar, Frank • Poetry
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