Emily Zaiser Wade



Wounded by Beauty: Robert Frost, Douglas McKelvey, and Hope in Sorrow

By Emily Zaiser Wade

“We feel ourselves wounded by what is wretched, foul, and fell,
but we are sometimes wounded by the beauty as well, for when it whispers,
it whispers of the world
that might have been our birthright,
now banished…”
—Douglas McKelvey, Every Moment Holy

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