These fragments I have shored against my ruins. -T.S. Eliot

These fragments I have shored against my ruins.  -T.S. Eliot
Showing posts with label wind. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wind. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

My house was a house of winds


















 
“The world's continual breathing is what we hear and call silence.”
―Clarice Lispector, Passion according to G.H. 

[Title thanks to Dana Levin's poem,"The Weatherman"]