“A light, this side of the hills toward Argyle, / flowed like fog through the hollows, rose to the depth / of the hills, illumined me. I faded in it / as the world faded in me, dissolved in the… — William Bronk Copy Share Image
“For loss is what we live with all the time. / None knows this better than the mind should know, the mind / that… — William Bronk Copy Share Image
“A light, this side of the hills toward Argyle, / flowed like fog through the hollows, rose to the depth / of the hills,… — William Bronk Copy Share Image
“Landscape is metaphor / and only metaphor. But, oh, I have loved it so.” — William Bronk Copy Share Image
“I want to tell my friends how beautiful / the world is. Not but what they know / it is terrible too--they know as… — William Bronk Copy Share Image
“I want to be that Tantalus, unfed / forever, that my want's agony declare / that such as we want has nothing to say… — William Bronk Copy Share Image
