poetisa norte-americana
Look, the treesare turning their own bodies into pillarsof light, are giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamonand fulfillment,the long tapers of cattailsare bursting and floating away overthe blue sh
My work is loving the world.Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird - equal seekers of sweetness.Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.Are my boots
So here we are again, the pathway blocked by the indomitable Canada Goose. No, I didn't feel like I was going to be running a gauntlet t...
Llegeixo el text d’un filòsof nord-americà, Chauncey Maher, al voltant de la possibilitat que les plantes tinguin ment —quelcom que per mi, ho diré d’entrada, és una certesa transparent—. La joventut
