Anacampsère

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.Walt Whitman

It had become a place where speech, no matter how apparently trivial, is reverently listened to and analysed, where silence is not an absence but a presence, where phosphorescence of thought and word and deed as burgeoning fusion. And incubation, was not only preserved but taken to antional limits.John Fowles

There opens from the darkness of the past, a pathway leading ever upward, winding O’er dull and wasted hours in which we fast In patience spent and love’s joy still finding. And yet, such threads of sadness linger yet, And, past the happiness, an anguish bitter Rests: from life that passes, still we fret, And at death’s ways in fear mankind grows fitter.Ezra Pound