It is impossible for a man to learn what he thinks he already knows.
Good-Friday 1613, Riding Westward Let man's soul be a sphere, and then, in this, Th' intelligence that moves, devotion is…
An Epitaph Here lie I Martin Elginbrodde. Have mercy on my soul Lord God As I would do were I…
In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough.
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