There is a spell, for instance, / in every sea-shell...

Water spread over the valley's girth, the river's tongue
turned muddy brown. With Pan resurrected in his viral
form, Nature no longer "deprived of its creative voice,"
humanity hunkered down. "And yet, we should find a
way of moving forward."

Sharp rocks heaved and staked the road
on which Old Stony Face had slipped off
of Chauvet's walls...

rolling to where so much more is hidden.





There is a spell: H.D. From, "To Bryher" (4). H.D. Collected Poems 1912-1944. New York, 1986.
deprived: J. Hillman, "An Essay on Pan." In, Pan and the Nightmare. New York: Spring Publications, 1972.
And yet : G. Seferis. From, "Old Man on the River Bank."