“O cruel cloudless space, And pale bare ground where the poor infant lies! Why do we feel restored As in a sacramental place? Here Mystery is artifice, And here a vision of such peace is stored, Healing flows from it through our eyes.”
Quote by May Sarton
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In Time Like Air: Poems
This volume presents a series of poems that delve into the nature of time and its impact on human experience. more
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