"If our auditory imaginations were sufficiently tuned to plumb and sound a vowel, to unite the most primitive and civilized associations, the word 'undine' would probably suffice as a poem in itself." Seamus Heaney
Monday, February 27, 2012
Excerpt from a poem by William Blake
"When thought is closed in caves
Then love shall show its root in deepest Hell ..."
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