"And out we flung and on we ran or reeled
Romeward. I have no memory of our way,
Only that, when at intervals the cloud
Of horror about me opened to let in life,
I listened to some song..."
--The Ring and the Book
"words do not come
for you
on your passing
till the first warm day
the blossoming plum"
--Michael Dylan Welch
"Everything around me is either a haiku or a tanka moment."
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