Still 1 The liquidness of soul and stuff is found with every melting of a season, or a shooting star which, like the clinging drop of any icicle, will join some ground when it is warm enough. What it is for may be a mystery; when it will stop, another. But although the forecast says a winter everlasting. . . . Nay, I still believe in a summertime of years: The days will warm and thaw—I know if only from your heating heart and sparkling eyes—until this moment melts into the age to come! And you were but a stranger in the park who sat on a bench and spoke with me, till dark.
James B. Nicola, a returning contributor, is the author of seven collections of poetry, the latest being Fires of Heaven (2021) and Turns & Twists (2022). His decades of working in the theater culminated in the nonfiction book Playing the Audience, which won a Choice award.