Jeffrey Wright reads Dickinson.
sparkling through the dark blinds
stumbling stone in the night
this planet
too big to exist...motley
for what audience
sparkling through the dark blinds grimly
"and ice on slow old Baldpate
when the Nore gulls fly this way that tell to Lear’s
river a long winter’s tale."
--The Anathemata
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