"...I imagine I can hear her say my name into the slow waves
of the night and, faintly, being alone, sing."
– Galway Kinnell
from "Imperfect Thirst"
"...I imagine I can hear her say my name into the slow waves
of the night and, faintly, being alone, sing."
– Galway Kinnell
from "Imperfect Thirst"