Wheresoe’er I turn my view, All is strange, yet nothing new; Endless labour all along, Endless labour to be wrong; Phrase that Time has flung away, Uncouth words in disarray: Trickt in antique ruff and bonnet, Ode and elegy and sonnet.
“I thought Zen poems were supposed to sound wise.
Now I’m going to buy as much beer as five dollars
can buy and drink it right here on the sofa.”
Maggie Nelson | “A Misunderstanding”
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