To See
It is a question of seeing
so much clearer
of doing to things
what light does to them.
The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient…
Grown-up Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That now, domestic as…
Night-Song in the Jungle Now Chil the Kite brings home the night That Mang the Bat sets free. The herds…