His poems speak of the desert, a space swarming with life, palpitating like the heart of planet, the richness of its silence and the force of its people.
The problem of land settlement is, in my view, one which palpitates with human interest.
The dead assets are suddenly to become live things, palpitating with new life and, possibilities.
A collective, palpitating expectation swept over us, like the moment before a great sneeze.
