Helen Hoyt / istsfor manity (1918/2021)
The Office Building
Helen Hoyt
We kissed there in the stone entrance,
In the great cool stone mouth of the building,
Before it took you.
We kissed under the granite arches.
And then you turned and were gone
And high about and above were the hard towered walls,
The terrible weights of stone, relentless,
But for the moment they had been kind to us,
Folding us with arms
While we kissed.
(1918, poem in public domain)
“Fear has more disguises than my mother has floral dresses, and that’s saying something as she’s got a wardrobe full — ”
— Marieke Lucas Rijneveld / The Discomfort of Evening
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