Tuesday, April 29, 2008
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour,
Rains from the sky a meteoric shower
Of facts... they lie unquestioned, uncombined.
Wisdom enough to leech us of our ill
Is daily spun; but there exists no loom
to weave it into fabric.
Rains from the sky a meteoric shower
Of facts... they lie unquestioned, uncombined.
Wisdom enough to leech us of our ill
Is daily spun; but there exists no loom
to weave it into fabric.
Randall Jarrell
Soon we shall know everything that the 18th century did not know, and nothing it did, and it will be hard to live with us.
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