"Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone ..." William Wordsworth

27 April 2017


Beard, Bears in the Watermelon Patch, 1871

Is that dance slowing in the mind of man
That made him think the universe could hum?
The great wheel turns its axle when it can;
I need a place to sing, and dancing-room,
And I have made a promise to my ears
I’ll sing and whistle romping with the bears.

Theodore Roethke

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