So I soon made up my mind about the poets too: I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled them to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean.
Saturday, October 24, 1998 2:15 AM
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Falun Dafa
Take your children home
Uber sky taxi
B day
US Italian President
Mangoe tree
Growing live beautiful specimens in and out of the water
Little Morton Hall
window by Richard de Dale We speak of forgotten sins to boast and pass the time, With laughter in our mouths our souls attempt sublime, Is confession the only cure for ignorant despair? A public cry for absolution fills the air, Thus man in consolation begs forgiveness fair. Picture source unknown Poetry blogger (all poetry and art work not credited is possession of this blogger)
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