From a February 1950 journal entry (Windblown World, p. 262):
There's a noise in the void I hear: there's a vision of the void; there's a complaint in the abyss -- there's a cry in the bleak air; the realm is haunted. Man haunts the earth. Man is on a ledge noising his life. The pit of night receiveth. God hovers over in his shrouds. Look out!
Here is a review of Windblown World by Gerald Nicosia.
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