Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
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Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
“To-day I thought — what boots it what I thought?
Poppies and gold! Why should I blurt it out?
Or hawk the magic of her name about
Deaf doors and dungeons where no truth is bought?”
Ezra Pound | “Sonnet”