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And his meditations on the sources of our otherness are worth
attending to:
We are bees then ; our honey is language.
Now the honey lies stored in caves
beneath us, and the sound of words
carries what we do not.
"Words Rising"
The ebb and flow of the spirit now surges in every line. The separate
profiles ofJanus have merged and he looks out at us at last full face .
ASKOLD MELNYCZUK
