2003-05-09
Poem From Italian Man
My Italian friend, whom I shall call Joe, wrote me the following poem from my name. What a sweet man.
Kitchen floods with light
Effused on her who I secretely gaze
Love's secret weft is in such
Light which shines on simple things
You are the yarn of the weft
("Weft" is weave)
kellbelle at 10:57 a.m.
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