Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.
Poems are image-bursts from brain-depths, words flavored by buttery long vowels.
Essays After Eighty by Donald Hall
Just now I can feel that little quivering of the pen which has always foreshadowed the happy delivery of a good book. --Emile Zola
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