Introduction

Not again in this flesh will i see the old rees stand here as they did, weighty creatures made of light. Whatever blight our blindness was or made, however thought or act might fail, the burden of absence grows. And i pay daily the grief i owe to love for women and men, days and trees i will not know again. Pray for the world's light thus borne away.pray for the little songs that wake and move for comfort as these lights depart. Recall again the angels of the thicket, columbine aerial in the whelming tangle,. Song drifting down light rain day, returning in song, the lordly art piecing out its humble...