Practicing accuracy

Abacus

in context

B

B?ene-b?ene(1) And still his smell hovers on my lips Like the perfume of the N.W.P(2) And I bite hungrily into its centre Refusing myself to pass...

Cavafy

Cavafy Move past me, to hold in ode honour to Cavafy He who knows that flight from, is to escape nothing He found no road, no ship that exists, to...

Dawn

frresh cut grass