"spring prayer"
spiralling whoosh · wherry
no whited tomb standing
water tower tango
taking the gone story
proceed knowing nothing
nap of windshield seedfall
something great outside us
"Claw hangs in claw..."
"All Lockhart's prejudices were roused and he rushed to his doom—the worst that can befall a reviewer. He committed himself violently, he betrayed himself completely. He tried to snuff out between finger and thumb one of the immortal lights of English literature. For that failure he has been gibbeted ever since. No one who sees him swinging in the wind can help a shudder and a sigh lest the same fate may one of these days be his. After all, new books of poems still appear." --Virginia Woolf, "Lockhart's Criticism"
Nothing but the slow death of survival.
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