It is in the highest degree unlikely that this earth and sky is the only one to have been created.
What is the lesson of compound leaves, catclaw and sumac? To tremble opposite in rain, shedding small darkness. What white blossoms gnaw the mind? Clouds of vibernum. Ask again. What are these fallen generations? Buckeye and hickory. Midnight’s acorn. Blank harvest of the moon. What harms a man beneath this tree? His emptiness. What scent is this? Ash. Locust. What mood severs softness from bone, what will harden fire? The brain’s lightning. Earth’s enmity. What water wears through wood? Fear. What is given root? Blood. What ruptures into seed? Voice. What sky torments speech? What is your name? What bursts the heart? What is your name? Why do I kneel, holding my heart?
John Allman | Mike Wallace Interviews Margaret Sanger, 1957 Contents | Mudlark No. 48 (2012)