Year by year he works himself, replacing youth with stone.
But the marble rings with love even more than the fine flesh.
–Jack Gilbert
Year by year he works himself, replacing youth with stone.
But the marble rings with love even more than the fine flesh.
–Jack Gilbert
The light, the incredible light of every day / is followed not by darkness nor even silence, / but, lo and behold, the greatest emptiness emptied.
–Judith Barrington, from “Not a Credo”
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