
Bookish Sundays : Lines from a poem
by Lavanya
Emptiness, my bride who whistles, who listens? Last week, I came across a couple of lines by Slovene poet Tomaz Salamun in a talk by another poet. Something about these lines requires no context. I haven’t read the poem it belongs to; don’t even know which poem it belongs to. Yet, I thrill to these words suspended in internet ether. What are some of your favorite lines from a poem? Picture Credit: Not sure of the exact source; found it via […]
Categories: Art, Books, writing • Tags: beauty, Bookish Sundays, poem, poetry, Tomaz Salamun