The Second Text
In this poem, Jan Lee Ande reminds us that even on “ordinary mornings” we can learn from nature, “that other text written by the finger of God.”
In this poem, Jan Lee Ande reminds us that even on “ordinary mornings” we can learn from nature, “that other text written by the finger of God.”
In this poem, Jan Lee Ande imagines the dictionary as a sacrarium and its words as our clerics, our stepstones to the divine.