west-horse

November 12, 2024

At the top of a hill our automobile stuck in a snowdrift. Peasants ran out of a cottage near by, shouting with laughter because machinery had made a fool of itself, and dug out the automobile with incredible rapidity. They were doubtless anxious to get back and tell a horse about it.

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Thought:

“I dreamt that I was God Himself
Whom heavenly joy immerses,
And all the angles sat about
And praised my verses,”

Ezra Pound | after the German of Heine

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