[Commonplace books: Thomas Farnaby, 17th-century]
We see only postures of the dream, Riders of the motion that swings the face Into view under evening skies, with no False disarray as proof of authenticity.
Posted by stronzo on 05.14.2009
Today has that special, lapidary Todayness that the sunlight reproduces Faithfully in casting twig-shadows on blithe Sidewalks.
Posted by ayonroy on 06.29.2008
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