Yvor Winters Quote

The rain of matter upon sense
Destroys me momently. The score:
There comes what will come.


At the San Francisco Airport (1976).


The rain of matter upon sense Destroys me momently. The score: There comes what will come.

The rain of matter upon sense Destroys me momently. The score: There comes what will come.

The rain of matter upon sense Destroys me momently. The score: There comes what will come.

The rain of matter upon sense Destroys me momently. The score: There comes what will come.