Rout* 66 A. D.


   "Tanka

Black-and-white Holsteins
Crowd downfield at feeding-time,
Mingling their blotches.
It is like ice breaking up
In a dark, swollen river."

--Richard Wilbur


   "How Poetry Comes To Me

It comes blundering over the
Boulders at night, it stays
Frightened outside the
Range of my campfire
I go to meet it at the
Edge of the light"

--Gary Snyd*r


Broth*rs Quay.


"Write in each room of the place you will die."


Cognizant oliphaunt mirror proof. (via M*tafilt*r)