from a poem by Sir Thomas Wyatt What we try to snag and hold fastof laughter, wood smoke, but especiallythe necessary ignorance to go forward, to trust: I have nettedbaubles from air bubbles, pictures of cozylife in books, the way hot cider by a warm stove completes winterand sunset was sunset because you said“Look at […]

Original source: https://www.nybooks.com/articles/2022/11/24/sithens-in-a-net-april-bernard/