The night that is shouting Jason
When the loud eaves rattle
As with waves above me
Blue at the prow of my desire.
Charles Erskine Scott Wood
THE POET IN THE DESERT
Extracts from the Prologue
I have come into the Desert because my soul is athirst as the Desert is athirst;
My soul which is the soul of all; universal, not different.
We are athirst for the waters which make beautiful the path
And entice the grass, the willows and poplars,