“How often the lone-dweller anticipates some sign, this Measurer’s mercy — must always must— mind-caring, along the ocean’s windings, stirring rime-chill seas, hands as oars many long whiles, treading the tracks of exile— the way of the world an open book always.” (1–5) So spoke the earth-stepper, a memorial of miseries slaughter of the wrathful, … Continue reading The Wanderer