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>>> 09/01/02  I am exploding inside with language: Things to say, Words to mince, Pies to bake, Eggs to hatch; Tempera to mix, Hues to fathom, Frescoes to prick, Walls to adorn; Acres under tillage, Forests full of gypsies, Charcoal-burners, Brigands; Stones to polish, Facets to incite, Sapphires to fuel, Sophists to quell; Quills to ink, Letters to form, Words to carve, Belle-lettrists to assail; To a blue sail, To Byzantium. Passiones Elementaires October Guarding Lenin's Tomb Post-Romantique Dy(e)ing Words |
