Clay, sand, and rock, seem of a diff’rent birth:
So men; some stiff, some loose, some firm: All earth!
Clay, sand, and rock, seem of a diff’rent birth:
So men; some stiff, some loose, some firm: All earth!
“To take up where you left off!
without a breath of separation
your new movement is begun.
The heart pulses on, developing
a future. You do not rest
your lips, your ears, your fingers.
The field is full of daisies
and the sun is shining greenly.
It is a musical development,
taxing and inspired, before
the old love has echoed away.
To the eager suggestion of a new
face. It will be a great movement!
begun warmly and without a pause.
You have carried yourself to a new
world, put off the final applause.”
Frank O’Hara | “Attacca”