Love Poetry For Couple

For New Year I wish you Janus, the god who looks forward and back, till his pupils dilate, intoxication of distance. On your calendar it�s his month. Here is the photo he hangs on your wall: salt caravans in Niger, from a paraglider, so high that camels seem strung as if notes on scribbled staves of song. On the horizon, a thin sprinkle like fire-blackened grain: another caravan. One way

at home ?in the interpreted world - Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies I 1 The tree on the slope is contingent upon your voice. I hear nothing so the tree won�t bend � I need that tree to bend. The horizon does not want poetry to keep going. Intention? No star meant to be admired and yet� Praise is impossible without doubt, ask a teenager. The