ISSUE 364 SEPTEMBER 2025
A CAPSULE OF THE WORLD
TENDER IS THE NIGHT
“Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night.” JOHN KEATS, ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE