"… everything
is wrapped silently in the snow’s winding sheet,
I hear—long, doleful, blood-curdling—the howl of wolves
invade you…"
— Angelos Sikelianos, from “Dionysus Encradled,” trans. Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrardis wrapped silently in the snow’s winding sheet,
I hear—long, doleful, blood-curdling—the howl of wolves
invade you…"
(thanks, modernworldlit)
