the apparition of these faces in the crowd;
petals on a wet, dark bough.
Icarus did not know such suffering as the artists of Florence during those great “bonfires of vanities”. Savonarola, silly religious fanatic;…
tales of the day I am in the morning of silence, the drought of the first half of the Western world; I look on the functions of industry from its…
s w i f t Swift as the elk they pour along the plain; Swift as the flying clouds distilling rain. Swift as the boundings of the youthful…