Broceliande : the Forest of Broceliande in Brittany, France. Only a little of this vast forest now remains as the Forest of Paimpont.
... or beyond. The artist and the scientist are occult alchemists. What to make of this, for example: Beyond the shapes of empire, the capes of Carbonek, over the topless waves of trenched Broceliande, drenched by the everlasting spray of existence, with no mind's sail reefed or set, no slaves at the motived oars, drove into and clove the wind from unseen shores. Swept from all altars, swallowed ...
... dark Like drops of burning rain, The glow-worm was a crawling spark, The pool a purple stain, The stars were grains of blazing sand, A haunted soul the shadowy lea, In forest-featured Broceliande Beyond the echoing sea. Sir Thaliard by the phantom edge Heard rustling feet behind the trees And the weird water lapped the sedge With wistful symphonies: Page 49 Sometimes ...
... or beyond. The artist and the scientist are occult alchemists. What to make of this, for example: Beyond the shapes of empire, the capes of Carbonek, over the topless waves of trenched Broceliande, drenched by ¦the everlasting spray of existence, with no mind's sail ¦ reefed or set, no slaves at the motived oars, I drove into and clove the wind from unseen shores. Swept from all ...
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