This is a place for me to post my own poems, to write about the art of writing poetry, and my thoughts about poetic works. I hope it is something of interst to others.
Friday, March 8, 2013
Flaubert
Human language is like a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, when all the time we are longing to move the stars to pity.
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