Sleeping. Turning in turn like planets rotating in their midnight meadow: a touch is enough to let us know we're not alone in the universe, even in sleep.
Selected poems, 1950-1995 (ed. Salmon Publishing, 1951)
Sleeping. Turning in turn like planets rotating in their midnight meadow: a touch is enough to let us know we're not alone in the universe, even in sleep.
Selected poems, 1950-1995 (ed. Salmon Publishing, 1951)