Thursday, September 14, 2006
Lines By Robert Lowell
"The muskrat that took a slice of your thumb still huddles, a mop of hair and heart-beat on the porch."
"All Autumn, the chafe and jar of nuclear war; we have talked our extinction to death."
"Life danced a jig on the sperm-whale's spout."
"But in the silence, some one lets out his belt to breathe, some one roams in negligee."
Posted by Anonymous the Younger at 9/14/2006 11:01:00 AM