"you had such vision of the street,
as the street hardly understands"
--T.S. Eliot--
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
slow blog week
We wove a web in childhood, A web of sunny air; We dug a spring in infancy Of water pure and fair; We sowed in youth a mustard seed, We cut an almond rod; We are now grown up to riper age-- Are they withered in the sod?
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