Most read ▸Dave BontaStuck in the pastwriting letters to her I slept on silk and would not go out my mind turned to amber like the eveningRead the poemLearn by heart
AnxiousDave BontaDifficult sleepersleep is as much trouble as any place to go to pretty but disordered making us stay so long a hole full of company they bore and bore which makes me lodge in my own amber
ContemplativeDave BontaStuckin amber I see my whole study of one binding business before the evening comes to try man and ant
ContemplativeDave BontaRootednight-colored oak lush as a suit my life in amber is greater than I am and poor beyond all I ever overcome
ContemplativeDave BontaSelf-preservationMy accounts own me all afternoon and lie at night like amber keeping the heart.