Wednesday, May 11, 2005

    "To the Etruscan Poets

Dream fluently, still brothers, who when young
Took with your mothers' milk the mother tongue.

In which pure matrix, joining world and mind,
You strove to leave some line of verse behind

Like a fresh track across a field of snow,
Not reckoning that all could melt and go."

--Richard Wilbur


Shamus. (via Robot Wisdom)


Looky! (via Lisablog)


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