Although the clouded storm dismays Many a heart upon these waters, The thought of that far golden blaze Giveth me heart upon the waters, Thinking thereof my bark is led To port wherein no storm I dread; No tempest maketh me afraid.
“As a writer I only have one responsibility, and that’s to the language I’m using and the thing I’m trying to make.”
William H. Gass
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