In March birds couple, a new birth
Of herbs and flowers breaks through the earth,
But in the grave non stirs his head;
Long is th’impris’ment of the dead.
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In March birds couple, a new birth
Of herbs and flowers breaks through the earth,
But in the grave non stirs his head;
Long is th’impris’ment of the dead.
“I’m still trying to win. And I’m not dead. And the idea that I’m trying to win against such hopeless odds to me is not unrealistic, but it is tragic, I think, if things don’t change. If something other than corporate capitalism doesn’t win.”
Curtis White