“I own a crevice stuffed with moss and a couch of lemming fur; I sit and listen to the music of water dripping on a distant stone. Or I sing to myself of stealth and loneliness No one comes to… — John A. Haines Copy Share Image
“I own a crevice stuffed with moss and a couch of lemming fur; I sit and listen to the music of water dripping on… — John A. Haines Copy Share Image
