Modern day Archduke Franz Ferdinand.
“To the Etruscan Poets
Dream fluently, still brothers, who when young
Took with your mothers’ milk the mother tongue.
In which pure matrix, joining world and mind,
You strove to leave some line of verse behind
Like a fresh track across a field of snow,
Not reckoning that all could melt and go.”
—Richard Wilbur
"I have drained the rich cup..."
“ 'I am not an ogress.'
'Well, you are rather. That is why I feel it my duty to come between the two of you.' " —@ivycomptonburnett.bsky.social
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