Moments of Beholding
The hour is striking so close above me, So clear and sharp, That all my senses ring with it. I feel it now: There's a power in me To grasp and give shape to... More »
The hour is striking so close above me, So clear and sharp, That all my senses ring with it. I feel it now: There's a power in me To grasp and give shape to... More »
We are supposedly living in the same world, but who can tell the thing we popularly call a stone lying before this window is the same thing to all of us? According to the... More »
While evidence of our intellectual and technological genius is all around us, there is growing concern that in other ways we have seriously underestimated ourselves. In part because of the blinding brilliance of our... More »
The Pipe While I slept it was all over, Everything. My eyes, squashed white, Flowed off toward dawn. There was a noise, Which like all else, spread and disappeared: There's nothing worth... More »