Autumn Diary: What
what is what? one says what is what? one feels what is what? one occupies what is what? is what --- J.A.O
Ovid’s Metamorphoses: Polyphemus Sings His Heart Out
O Galatea, You are whiter than the snowy buds upon the privet hedge; the blossoming of meadows cannot match your blossoming; you are more slender than the alder,…
Diary: Lessons in Listening
The sound of my feet on new pavement, on old pavement. The sound I see in the movement of fountain grasses and dancing reeds; of yellowing leaves swimming…