The River
What the river shall carry is substance too profound for shores. Each glance catches sunlight, but the river— it bounces away, goes burying itself in woods, in whispers, in the quiet of being born.
- Lorine Niedecker
The River
What the river shall carry is substance too profound for shores. Each glance catches sunlight, but the river— it bounces away, goes burying itself in woods, in whispers, in the quiet of being born.