Summer Universal

Trientalis borealis

Roses blew about us

As I led her to the river.

The horizon of dogs

Howled in the dusk.


I took off my necktie,

She took off her dress.

My belt and pistol set aside,

We tore away the rest.


Filthy with soil and kisses,

I led her from the river

and the spears of lilies

Battled in the air.

–Frederico Garcia Lorca,
Leonard Cohen, Robert Lowell,

The Rubiat of Omar Khayyam,

 and Conor O'Callaghan.