And she who is born,
she who sings and cries,
she who begins the passage, her hair
sprouting out,
her gums budding for her first spring on earth,
the mist still clinging about
her face, puts
her hand
into her father's mouth, to take hold of
his song.
—Galway Kinnell The Book of Nightmares
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
New Article at Lost Writers
Sorry I'm not writing so much here.. I'll try to post in the next few days. Meanwhile.. here is a new post at lost writers
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