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Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Hart Crane
The form of my poem rises out of a past that so
overwhelms the present with its worth and vision
that I'm at a loss to explain my delusion that
there exist any real links between that past
and a future worthy of it.
2 comments:
Issa's Untidy Hut
said...
Whoa!
December 1, 2010 at 5:11 PM
bambooandplumblossom
said...
it struck me as a dead pidgeon, b ut who cares!
December 4, 2010 at 8:20 PM
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Whoa!
it struck me as a dead pidgeon, b ut who cares!
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