“There is no syllable one can speak that is not filled with tenderness and terror, that is not, in one of those languages, the mighty name of a god.”
From Labyrinths. New York: New Directions, 1962. Read online
“There is no syllable one can speak that is not filled with tenderness and terror, that is not, in one of those languages, the mighty name of a god.”
From Labyrinths. New York: New Directions, 1962. Read online
A Personal Anthology 