Space is a wind that does not blow
On Betelgeuse and time – oh time – is a bird,
Whose wings have never stirred
The golden avenues of leaves
On Betelgeuse.
"Betelgeuse", from The Unknown Goddess (London: Methuen, [1925] 1927) p. 34.
Space is a wind that does not blow
On Betelgeuse and time – oh time – is a bird,
Whose wings have never stirred
The golden avenues of leaves
On Betelgeuse.
"Betelgeuse", from The Unknown Goddess (London: Methuen, [1925] 1927) p. 34.