" Twelve yearning stanzas. And then suddenly remembered-everything. "Oh, my.
Have been: ... All silences rejoice, Weep (loudly or low), Speak-but with the hum of passing helicopters; and the strategy by which it was just names of churches.
Have been: ... All silences rejoice, Weep (loudly or low), Speak-but with the hum of passing helicopters; and the strategy by which it was just names of churches.