Sunday, March 16, 2008

Bolesław Leaf
March 19, 1994 - March 16, 2008

Rest in peace, my little orange baby.


  1. My beautiful orange baby. You are already missed. I will always smile at the thought of you.

  2. That short--potential stir
    That each can make but once--
    That Bustle so illustrious
    'Tis almost Consequence--

    Is the eclat of Death--
    Oh, thou unknown Renown
    That not a beggar would accept
    Had he the power to spurn--


    One hundred years before I was born. . . I hope you don't mind my fetish for Dickinson. Belated sorrows for all our sudden disappearances, marked tenderly or furiously with "my"