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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