Als noch die Stürme tobten, War ich so elend nicht. take what’s there, then . . . all that unthinkable peace, even before Leda’s indifference— ++++++++++++the peregrine devours its prey, +++++but the nest isn’t its kill hear what’s here, now . . . all that inexplicable calm, even during the gazelle’s last chase— ++++++++++++the right […]