Random words cover the world.
Those who put them in order uncover leaves of incredible shimmering beauty.
. . .He felt the wood secrecy, he knew the June softness
The warmth surrounding him crackled
Held in by the mansard roof mansion
He glimpsed the shadowy light on last year’s brittle leaves fallen,
Looked over and overlooked, glimpsed by the fall of death,
Winter’s mourning and the May’s renewal.
– Delmore Schwartz
Pierre Auguste Renoir