When I lean over the chasm of myself —
it seems
my God is dark
and like a web: a hundred roots
silently drinking.
This is the ferment I grow out of.
— From The Book of Hours I, 3
The Floating Library
The Library is Open…
When I lean over the chasm of myself —
it seems
my God is dark
and like a web: a hundred roots
silently drinking.
This is the ferment I grow out of.
— From The Book of Hours I, 3
The Floating Library 