In my room overlooking the rough hills of Umbria, I wrote a handful of poems, and, for a short time, body and soul were one. SEAWEED I love the green and brown seaweed floating freely on the surface of the water, like a Jackson Pollock, or an enormous bed in which the...
Lafcadio Hearn Where got I that truth?Out of a medium’s mouth,Out of nothing it came,Out of the forest loam,Out of dark night where lay Nineveh. Yeats: “Fragments,” The Tower, 1928 Lafcadio Hearn was a thief of myth. Born in 1850, into a time when the British...
