“An unfinished poem is a half-built house, windows of air through the scaffolding.” — Jacob Oet Copy Share Image
“Sounds remain to remind you of me, Easing of rain through trees, bare heels slapping floor.” — Jacob Oet Copy Share Image
“Your lips signed me, your tongue sealed me, Your cheeks like the first snowfall over autumn ground.” — Jacob Oet Copy Share Image
“An unfinished poem is a half-built house, windows of air through the scaffolding.” — Jacob Oet Copy Share Image
