Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; |
Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change |
Into something rich and strange. |
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell. |
"I see love and work, the double helix of our humanity, finally, in age, coming
together in the urge toward wholeness - stripped of mask, denial, irrelevant detail, to its
essence."