But every season is a kind
Of rich nostalgia.
We give names –
Autumn and summer, winter, spring –
As though to unfasten from the mind
Our moods and give them outward forms.
We want the certain, solid thing.
A Way of Looking (1955)
But every season is a kind
Of rich nostalgia.
We give names –
Autumn and summer, winter, spring –
As though to unfasten from the mind
Our moods and give them outward forms.
We want the certain, solid thing.
A Way of Looking (1955)
