Poet! I like not mealy fruit; give me
Freshness and crispness and solidity;
Apples are none the better overripe,
And prime buck-venison I prefer to tripe.
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Poet! I like not mealy fruit; give me
Freshness and crispness and solidity;
Apples are none the better overripe,
And prime buck-venison I prefer to tripe.
“When something
shines up on the sidewalk
or down in the grass,
it strikes me as if it were here what
I might have been
looking for all this time.”
Maja Vidmar | “The Magpie”