Save by the Old Road none attain the new, And from the Ancient Hills alone we catch the view.
“The secret is too plain. The pity of it smarts, Makes hot tears spurt: that the soul is not a soul, Has no secret, is small, and it fits Its hollow perfectly: its room, our moment of attention.“
John Ashbery | “Self-Portrait in Convex Mirror”
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