I know no magic trees, no balmy boughs,
No silver-ruddy, gold-vermilion fruits.
But, after all, I know a tree that bears
A semblance to the thing I have in mind.
"Le Monocle de Mon Oncle" Wallace Stevens
No silver-ruddy, gold-vermilion fruits.
But, after all, I know a tree that bears
A semblance to the thing I have in mind.
"Le Monocle de Mon Oncle" Wallace Stevens
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The heralds trumpeted to signal the start of the race
The competitors bedecked themselves in all colors13 lines, December 8, 2008 -
Without pride they tore the brown breasts of railroad men
Patrolling the thirsty Kenyan banks with stealthy mien.24 lines, 1 comment, February 16, 2008
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- Column: T.S. Eliot's "Preface" at allpoetry
T.S. Eliot’s “Preludes” are a series of four portraits of a city. The first and last portraits take place in the evening when the world settles down and the middle portraits take place in the morning and evening when the world is just waking or quieting
