Peter Walsh is thinking of Clarissa

 

 

af Schwartz & Virginia Woolf

As a cloud crosses the sun,

Silence falls on London:

And falls on the mind.

Effort ceases.

 

Time flaps on the mast.

There we stop; there we stand.

Rigid, the skeleton of habit

Alone upholds the human frame.

her arbejder Schwartz indenfor to idékredse samtidigt. Dels er det Peter tænker Found Poetry, dels er det citater