Most read ▸Dave BontaWinter came and wentlast night the white kiss of winter an owl in two or three places two or three idle people and you bigger than fear like a bonfire in the streetRead the poemLearn by heart
AngryDave BontaBook of MartyrsA great evil I saw: a book comes to give stairs to people, but they hold up their heads to be kissed, not to kiss. And so bonfires desire the book and read it with pleasure to that long night, the city.
DreamyDave BontaThe unknown seaThe sea I miss I know not: the otherwise things, the way of ice, all the bells and bonfires, the land at night. I do not see much: only an indifferent heart.