Oh to be lifted up adrift in the current, buoyed up in the ocean’s swirl . . . See how the tide sweeps all before its brush . . . Washing every stone to full […]

            I saw in a vivid way how the whole universe was made up of particles of material which, no matter how dull and lifeless they might seem, were nevertheless […]

    Who would not be filled with a tender carelessness, seeing with what ease they leave us, these sighs that wash their hands.   From “The Migration of Powers” The Complete French Poems of […]