Poetry: Chaplinesque by Hart Crane
We make our meek adjustments, Contented with such random consolations As the wind deposits
We make our meek adjustments, Contented with such random consolations As the wind deposits
How could I not? Have seen a man walk up to a piano and both survive. Have turned the exterminator away.
If “compression is the first grace of style”, you have it. Contractility is a virtue as modesty is a virtue.
I know a bleeding-heart plant that has thrived for sixty years if not more, and has never missed a spring without rising and spreading
Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade