Primus! I have something like 14 DW invite codes chillin' over here with me, and they would loooove to find homes, so if you are fleeing internet warfare, or just want a DW backup journal, let me know, because otherwise I'm just going to throw them all up on dw_sharing soon.

Tam, carminis diēī habeō:
(I am intrigued that English spellcheck wants the final word to be 'have.' I applaud your translation skillz, internet, but really, I want the Latin)

( admit there is something else you cannot name )

To start off this most wondrous of months, I have some Denise Levertov.  One of our priests used an excerpt from her "Sun, Moon, and Stones" in a homily recently, and I loved it:

And we were born to that sole end:
   to thirst and to grow
   to shudder
   to dream in lingering dew, lingering warmth,
   to stumble searching.

But O the fountains,
   where shall we find them?


And then have another of her poems, "To the Reader":

To the Reader

As you read, a white bear leisurely
pees, dyeing the snow
saffron,

and as you read, many gods
lie among lianas: eyes of obsidian
are watching the generations of leaves,

and as you read
the sea is turning its dark pages,
turning
its dark pages.