January 6, 2015
The Sea Half-Held
January 6, 2015
I am he that walks with the tender and growing night; I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night. Press close bare-bosomed night! Press close magnetic nourishing night! Night of south winds! Night of the large few stars! Still nodding night! Mad naked summer night! Those lines are from Leaves of Grass, […]