Sprig may be the sentinel
Who knows what danger?
Dreams of sonic wings
Thursday, August 24, 2006
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Voices In Time
It is only through art that we can escape from ourselves and know how another person sees a universe which is not the same as our own and whose landscapes would otherwise have remained as unknown as any there may be on the moon
Marcel Proust
"Poetry is the dark side of the moon, it's up there, and you can see the front of it. But what it is isn't what you're loooking at. It's behind what you're looking at."
Charles Wright -- American Poet Laureate