Though this island is full of voices, I’ve never seen
Who sings, or grasped in what language the lyrics are.
I have followed the voices through forests of lethal green,
But the sweeter the note, the note is more far—more far.
~Robert Penn Warren, from “Empty White Blotch on Map of Universe: A Possible View,” Being Here: Poems 1977-1980 (
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