to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels,
to soften and blur and finally banish
the edges you regret I don’t see,
to learn that the line I called the horizon
does not exist and sky and water,
so long apart, are the same state of being.'
Lisel Mueller
to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels,
to soften and blur and finally banish
the edges you regret I don’t see,
to learn that the line I called the horizon
does not exist and sky and water,
so long apart, are the same state of being.'
Lisel Mueller
November
(Number 12)
"That Youth May Serve: A Chronicle of the Unitarian Young People's League" by Cliff Reed
November
(Number 12)
"That Youth May Serve: A Chronicle of the Unitarian Young People's League" by Cliff Reed