"The White Swan"; "The Bison"
"A queerly floating cloud,
the swan proffers the question of his neck
again and yet again—a speechless probe—"
"It is as though the wind were a voice that herds
the grass and clouds together."
Lovely! 👏
aw thank you, Baird! 😊
"A queerly floating cloud,
the swan proffers the question of his neck
again and yet again—a speechless probe—"
"It is as though the wind were a voice that herds
the grass and clouds together."
Lovely! 👏
aw thank you, Baird! 😊