Holy Willie

Holy Willie
[click to enlarge] Here Holy Willie’s sair worn clay Taks up its last abode; His saul has taen some other way— I fear, the left-hand road. Robert Burns I took this picture lying flat on my back under the fig tree in our backyard. The idea is a substitute for one I had a couple of days ago — namely, to visit an old cemetery in the area and photograph the sky looking up from a grave through a mossed-covered oak. Drained of most of their color, these leaves look almost like hands. *August 14, 2009* Previous Entry Next Entry Return to Title Page Blog Entry	Also by William Michaelian POETRY Winter Poems ISBN: 978-0-9796599-0-4 52 pages. Paper. —————————— Another Song I Know ISBN: 978-0-9796599-1-1 80 pages. Paper. —————————— Cosmopsis Books San Francisco Signed copies available Main Page Author’s Note Background Notebook A Listening Thing Among the Living No Time to Cut My Hair One Hand Clapping Songs and Letters Collected Poems Early Short Stories Armenian Translations Cosmopsis Print Editions Interviews News and Reviews Highly Recommended Let’s Eat Favorite Books & Authors Useless Information Conversation E-mail & Parting Thoughts Flippantly Answered Questions
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