Drifting, drifting...that's the way it looks on the edges of our civilisation. A drifting, a searching, beyond all the known grounds for an other ground.
from Travels in the Drifting Dawn by Kenneth White
As he travels through the great human desert, this man, this lonely figure endowed with active imagination, has, you may be sure, a higher aim, a more general aim, than that of a mere strolling reporter.
Baudelaire
tutto, in natura, ha una essenza lirica, un destino tragico, una esistenza comica.
santayana
the floating elvis had heard the words the floating elvis had looked out for so long it was time to see the world he was not alone
5 comments:
Oh! That last line just stabbed me in the heart - beautiful!
"these moments / precious as prayer"
Fine line.
ah, the romantic swiss reveals himself here :-P
wonderful
Loved the pictures in the second stanza:
a turquoise sea at luskentyre
the rainbow’d arc of an atlantic wave
the first sight of a quetzal
So, something even more beautiful, more heavenly, than that... you.
Lovely.
That's a great love poem and they are so hard to do well. (Well for me they are!)
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