Beauty is momentary in the mind -I didn't know that's where it comes from. Words I've seen most days for years now. Wood s lot's subtitle. Bookmark it and see.
The fitful tracing of a portal;
But in the flesh it is immortal.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
So evenings die
A surprise yesterday as I continued my nightly reading of Wallace Stevens' Collected Poetry and Prose. Part four of Peter Quince at the Clavier begins:
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