Monday, January 03, 2011
Itur in Antiquam Silvam
Laurence Binyon, The Wood's Entry:
Eliot Porter, Wrecked Tree
Newer› ‹Older
So old is the wood, so old,
Old as Fear.
Wrinkled roots; great stems; hushed leaves;
No sound near.
Shadows retreat into shadow,
Deepening, crossed.
Burning light singles a low leaf, a bough,
Far within, lost.
