I’m a professor of comparative literature, after all. I’ve read the Welsh stories, studied the lore. But it is one thing to read about it; quite another to confront the evidence. A little voice repeated something I’d read once: They were here before we came; they will be here when we’re gone.
The world has tipped over and it’s spilling.
From the short story “World Without End” by Shelley K. Davenport in the anthology Escapements (contributions include a poem by Wendell Berry).
Copious Flowers 