Yesterday five ducks descended from the sky to our wee pond. It felt to me as if they had arrived ‘out of the Real’.
[The words above were written by the poet Edwin Morgan in a letter to a friend.]
being and becoming in the world
Yesterday five ducks descended from the sky to our wee pond. It felt to me as if they had arrived ‘out of the Real’.
[The words above were written by the poet Edwin Morgan in a letter to a friend.]