A poem is just a little machine for remembering itself … our memory of the poem is the poem.
A poem is just a little machine for remembering itself … our memory of the poem is the poem.
The voice of a young man One sticks one's finger into the soil to tell by the smell in what…
Heredity I am the family face; Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace Through time to times anon,…
A seven-year-old of my acquaintance claimed that the last number of all was 23,000. "What about 23,000 and one?" she…