And this is why I sojourn
here
Alone and
palely loitering,
Though the sedge is
withered
From the lake,
And no birds
sing.
Does the above verse invoke images of a silent Spring?
Penned by the Romance poet John Keats ( as part of the
beautiful ballad “La Belle
Dame Sans Merci”), it was the evident inspiration for Rachel Carson when she
sought an appropriate title for her epic book, "Silent Spring", in
1962.
I well remember
selecting Carson's book for a book-report I put together in grade school...
Ukrainians are no doubt living through a
'Silent Spring' of their own this year, and one NOT of their own making...
... as regards
Ukraine: what a very sad sojourn this will be in the years to come
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