In March birds couple, a new birth
Of herbs and flowers breaks through the earth,
But in the grave non stirs his head;
Long is th’impris’ment of the dead.
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In March birds couple, a new birth
Of herbs and flowers breaks through the earth,
But in the grave non stirs his head;
Long is th’impris’ment of the dead.
“Those who find ecstasy do so not by visiting the shrines of civilization but by trudging in the swamps of human destitution and misery. Our literature of ecstasy recounts the dark nights of the soul and encounters with mystics in the slums and in the refugee camps of genocidal wars.”
Alphonso Lingis