Cobalt Guild

The leaves cling and grow paler, swing and grow paler
over the swirling waters of the river as if loath to let go, they are so cool, so drunk with the swirl of the wind and of the river

- from The Willow-Tree by William Carlos Williams

Beyond all boundaries, at memory’s undoing—
As when the dreamer sees and after the dream
The passion endures, imprinted on his being

from Paradiso: Canto 33 by Dante Alighieri, translated by Robert Pinsky

in winter