“ A poem should not meanBut be. ”
Around, around the sun we go:The moon goes round the earth.We do not die of death:We die of vertigo.
~ Archibald Macleish
And here face down beneath the sunAnd here upon earth's noonward heightTo feel the always coming onThe always rising of the night
What is freedom? Freedom is the right to choose: the right to create for oneself the alternatives of choice. Without the possibility of choice a man is not a man but a member, an instrument, a thing.
We knock upon silence for an answering music.
