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

25 November 2020

So.

Hansen, Forest and Clearing, 1977


DIRGE in WOODS

A wind sways the pines,
         And below
Not a breath of wild air;
Still as the mosses that glow
On the flooring and over the lines
Of the roots here and there.
The pine-tree drops its dead;
They are quiet, as under the sea.
Overhead, overhead
Rushes life in a race,
As the clouds the clouds chase;
         And we go,
And we drop like the fruits of the tree,
         Even we,
         Even so.

George Meredith

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