“And where there had been
just a makeshift hut to receive the music,
a shelter nailed up out of their darkest longing,
with an entryway that shuddered in the wind—
you built a temple deep inside their hearing.”
- The Sonnets to Orpheus, “I, 1”
“True singing is a different breath, about
nothing. A gust inside the god. A wind.”
- ibid, “I, 3”
— Oct 09, 2022 10:26AM
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