from: Lawrence Durrell’s “Pope Joan” this passage on page 24:
“Tell me daughter, he would say, “What is tongue?”
“Air’s whip.”
“What is air?”
“The element of life.”
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Gathered at skirt’s edge
breeze westerly brings
foggy drink to redwood lips
speaking Muir language
scattering
seeds, blast effervescent
squall speaks
“What is sung?”
(near tempestuous bark)
Miwok!
“What is sown?”
air’s hem
“What is air?”
(gathered at skirt’s edge)
“The element of life.”
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