Saturday, September 26, 2009

At the end of the longest day, I always end up in Roethke.

"I fear for my own joy;
I fear myself in the field,
For I would drown in fire.

Father, I'm far from home
And I have gone nowhere." -Excerpt from "Love's Progress"
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