“All night your moth-breath Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen. A far sea moves in my ear. --from… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Standing still at dusk Listen . . . in far distances The song of froglings!” — Buson Copy Share Image
I listen to the far left which informs the far right. Somewhere in the middle is where we end up. — Ryan Tedder Copy Share Image
