Logging on...
"Green waves and wet gray rocks,
dune grass, a wind-blown wren,
and in my thoughts a vanished face
I shall not see again.
Chill rains and charging seas,
ice floes along the shore —
in me a tide of loneliness
for one who left before."
— Joseph Payne Brennan (via @isidro_li)
"Mere mysteriousness is useless; the enigma must be clear to the author, not necessarily to us." --Marianne Moore
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