Their voices rang
Charles Tomlinson, 20 December 1979
“... Their voices rang through the winter trees: they were speaking and yet it seemed they sang, the trunks a hall of victory. And what is that and where? Though we come to it rarely, the sense of all that we might be conjures the place from air. Is it the mind, then? It is the mind received, assumed into a season forestial in the absence of all leaves. Their voices rang through the winter trees and time catching the cadence of that song forgot itself in them ... ”