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"Perhaps it is not entirely sacrilege that the people should play volleyball in People’s Park." (via @jen3nfer)

“On Teaching the Young

The young are quick of speech.
Grown middle-aged, I teach
Corrosion and distrust,
Exacting what I must.

A poem is what stands
When imperceptive hands,
Feeling, have gone astray.
It is what one should say.

Few minds will come to this.
The poet’s only bliss
Is in cold certitude—
Laurel, archaic, rude.”

--Yvor Winters via

"At the time when that poem was written my feeling for the necessity of a final accord with reality was at its strongest." (via @dreamsofbeing_)

no one knows this city
it is a landscape lanes flow through
benignly lacerated
according to no claimed plan

façades behind which simmer
cadences & sendings
the ocean of all-burning
veils impenetrably its parts

i have ogled passages
but described not even the sky
nor found the least taut tale
to scumble its tassels

it goes, a mad whirligig
inexplicable as a rogue planet

Mantric Blizzard as Space.