Here inside, In limits, Focal umbo Under ribs, Is this Convecting swarm Of salt and stars, Boiling --by which Alembic I might Scald an angel out Or open my shell To roaring sun And let one in.
I like this latest one very much for its in-and-outness, paradox of opposites. I'd use some HTML tags, if I knew what they mean.
When you have a chance, ask you webmeister to see if there's a way I can leave comments without having to read and verify those Satanic-looking word-pictures to post my comment, eh?
I like this latest one very much for its in-and-outness, paradox of opposites. I'd use some HTML tags, if I knew what they mean.
ReplyDeleteWhen you have a chance, ask you webmeister to see if there's a way I can leave comments without having to read and verify those Satanic-looking word-pictures to post my comment, eh?
Willie