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...strength alone though of the Muses born
is like a fallen angel: trees uptorn,
Darkness, and worms, and shrouds, and sepulchres
Delight it; for it feeds upon the burrs,
And thorns of life; forgetting the great end
Of poesy, that it should be a friend
To soothe the cares, and lift the thoughts of man.I wonder if this spurred Dickinson to write ( Read more... )
is like a fallen angel: trees uptorn,
Darkness, and worms, and shrouds, and sepulchres
Delight it; for it feeds upon the burrs,
And thorns of life; forgetting the great end
Of poesy, that it should be a friend
To soothe the cares, and lift the thoughts of man.I wonder if this spurred Dickinson to write ( Read more... )
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I was going to write a post on Pan's Labyrinth, but yours tells me that all I need to do is to say "go see it!" So there.
I love that poem. And to do that to Lycidas was why it came.
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