MEMETERIA by Thomas May

Music & the Arts

Thy Choiring Strings


O Sleepless as the river under thee,
Vaulting the sea, the prairies’ dreaming sod,
Unto us lowliest sometime sweep, descend
And of the curveship lend a myth to God.

–Hart Crane, To Brooklyn Bridge

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