If he could sleep on it. He would make his bed with white sheets And disappear into the white, Like a man… — Donald Justice Copy Share Image
Soon the purple dark must bruise Lily and bleeding-heart and rose, And the little Cupid lose Eyes and ears and chin and nose — Donald Justice Copy Share Image
“The Thin Man I indulge myself In rich refusals. Nothing suffices. I hone myself to This edge. Asleep, I Am a horizon.” — Donald Justice Copy Share Image
There is no way to ease the burden. The voyage leads on from harm to harm, A land of others and of silence. — Donald Justice Copy Share Image
If he could sleep on it. He would make his bed with white sheets And disappear into the white, Like a man diving, If… — Donald Justice Copy Share Image
Men at forty Learn to close softly The doors to rooms they will not be Coming back to. — Donald Justice Copy Share Image
How shall I speak of Doom, and ours in special, But as of something altogether common? — Donald Justice Copy Share Image
“Come back now and help me with these verses. Whisper to me some beautiful secret that you remember from life.” — Donald Justice Copy Share Image
“donald justice: i often wonder about the others, where they are bound for on the voyage, what is the reason for their silence, was… — Donald Justice Copy Share Image
“See how the fearful chandelier trembles above you each time you open your mouth to sing. Sing.” — Donald Justice Copy Share Image
The artist will have had his revenge for being made to wait, A revenge not only necessary but right and clever-- Simply to leave… — Donald Justice Copy Share Image
