April 21, 2018

Thought for today:

“A car radio blasts,

“Love,  O careless Love ….” I hear

my ill-spirit sob in each blood cell,

as if my hand were at its throat ….

I myself am hell;

nobody’s here.” 

Robert Traill Spence Lowell, [1917-1977], 

Skunk Hour [1959], stanza 5, 6