...poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths...
John Geddes...when you enter a room, my wound opens, but there is light, always light, when you come in...
John Geddes...I will find once again the light of your beauty - your colored windows in the night...
John Geddes...across the snowy field the barn light gleams - it's the loneliness of November twilight...
John Geddes...yes, I am your priest, your magician, your lover - I make charms to incant your presence...
John Geddes