Sublime

wild hearts breed love and protection of a wild earth.

atavistic

me go see

There’s a flock of swans on a lake in the deepening autumn. As the nights grow colder, they all fly away. Except one, for reasons Alkaitis can’t remember: a lone swan who doesn’t perceive the approaching danger or loves the lake too much to leave even though it’s clearly time to go or is afflicted by hubris—the swan’s motivations were hazy and, Alk

And though the snow smothered the valley and the milk froze in the dairy, my soul thawed.

Je me souviens en particulier d’avoir couru à Central Park en 1984 avec l’écrivain John Irving. J’étais justement en train de traduire son roman Liberté pour les ours et je l’avais sollicité pour une interview alors que je me trouvais à New York.

Although Unsoeld’s toes froze and would later be amputated, both men survived to tell their tale.

His writings and lectures on the Ice Age lent a whole new aura to the New England landscape just at the time when the New England landscape was being “discovered” by poets and painters, and White Mountain hotels had become the rage.

those old Nehru jackets.