These fragments I have shored against my ruins. -T.S. Eliot

These fragments I have shored against my ruins.  -T.S. Eliot
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Showing posts with label John B. Greene. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Her pockets full of lichens and seeds
























   Soul is the place,
stretched like a surface of millstone grit between
body and mind,
where such necessity grinds itself out
-Anne Carson, excerpt from “The Glass Essay”

Image: John B. Greene, Statue fragments
 
 
Title: Mary Oliver, from "Sleeping in the Forest"