Journal of Quixote

Love song What have I to say to youWhen we shall meet?Yet—I lie here thinking of you. The stain of loveIs upon the world.Yellow, yellow, yellow,It eats into the leaves,Smears with saffronThe horned branches that leanHeavilyAgainst a smooth purple sky. There is no light—Only a honey-thick stainThat drips from leaf to leafAnd limb to limbSpoiling the coloursOf the whole world. I am alone.The weigh..