The sea is not calm today The horizontal slash grey With foreboding. The swaying sobbing trees The lightning flashes The soundless arc-lights Of distant strife. A flock of small birds Wheel in agit…
Source: The King of the Rainy Country
The six noble gases
Aprés Nous Le Déluge
Tom, I am reading this whilst having breakfast and listening to Bach cello suites. Unbearably moving.
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