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...But of these sophisms and elenchs of merchandise I skill not...
Milton, Areopagitica

Except he had found the
standing sea-rock that even this last
Temptation breaks on; quieter than death but lovelier; peace
that quiets the desire even of praising it.

Jeffers, Meditation On Saviors


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3.2.03

Passing Through the Shadows Of Great Buildings
The beggar in plaid blankets wanted to kiss my hand
when it lowered the shiny franc. His eyes sleepy, pleading.

How long might I stand there considering . . . the metal
warming, the light waning. That hand of mine dangling . . . .


poem entire from Nance Van Winckel
in Verse Daily


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