It’s in the perilous boughs of the treeout of blue sky the windsings loudest surrounding me.And solitude, a wild solitude’s reveald, fearfully, high I’d climbinto the shaking uncertainties,part out of longing, part daring my self,part to see thatwidening of the world, partto find my own, my secrethiding sense and place, where from afarall voices and … Continue reading Robert Duncan, Childhood’s Retreat / Παιδικό καταφύγιο