"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
Friday, March 27, 2009
Excerpt from 'Gargoyle' - a poem by Carl Sandburg
"I saw a mouth jeering. A smile of melted red iron ran over it. Its laugh was full of nails rattling. It was a child's dream of a mouth ..."
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