"Poems
Poems are born when life is dead,
Or else so much alive
No ribs can give it residence,
No heart can give it hive.
There is no soul of transient thew,
No mind of common grey
That can subsist on such an air—
But poems come that way."
—Lindley Williams Hubbell, Dark Pavilion (1927)
The conventional Anglicization "Odyssey" has always bugged me. I know it's meant to evoke the Greek, but for this to spell the way it's usually pronounced breaks about four spelling rules. It ought to be spelled "Oddicy".
The Barnard’s Star planetary system: stability, composition, and evolution of four sub-Earth exoplanet. (via)


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