"And many a one now doth surpass/
My wave-worn beauty with his wind of flowers,/Yet am I a poet".
Ezra Pound, from "And Thus in Ninevah".
Sunday, 31 July 2016
The Nettle Truth.
"My dear boy," she said,
laughing a little,
patting him lightly on his cheek,
"the trick with grasping the nettle truth
is to not let its sting
embitter your untried heart."
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