I am the appointed hour,
The "now" that cuts
Time like a blade.
Merton's thought on the dimensions of solitude might best be expressed in the poem, "Song: if you seek ..." The entire poem is here.
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From Dorothy Day’s editorial in the Catholic Worker on the atomic bombing of Hiroshima on August 6, 1945.
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