OfferingI made a poem goingto sleep last night, wokein sunlight, it was clean forgotten.If it was any good, godsof the great darknesswhere sleep goes and fartherdeath goes, you not named,then as true offeringaccept it.
Ursula K. Le Guin
OfferingI made a poem goingto sleep last night, wokein sunlight, it was clean forgotten.If it was any good, godsof the great darknesswhere sleep goes and fartherdeath goes, you not named,then as true offeringaccept it.