To Create Is To Suffer
Paradise Lost and Paradise Found
“Into this wild Abyss/ The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave — / Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire,/ But all these in their pregnant causes mixed/ Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight,/ Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain/ His dark materials to create more worlds, — / Into this wild Abyss the wary Fiend/ Stood on the brink of Hell and looked a while,/ Pondering his…