Published during: September 2012

Among the tales of sorrow and of ruin that come down to us from the darkness of those days there are yet some in which amid weeping there is joy and under the shadow of death light that endures.

—J. R. R. Tolkien, “Of Beren and LĂșthien”, The Silmarillion

A patchwork quilt of / Farms: circle-tangent squares for / Half a thousand miles

Poetry breeds poetry, I have discovered. And not just in poetry. (The best prose is poetry, after all.)