Monday, July 27, 2009
Thoughts on Poetry ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Vladimir Nabokov
Do you know how poetry started? I always think that it started when a cave boy came running back to the cave, through the tall grass, shouting as he ran, "Wolf, wolf," and there was no wolf. His baboon-like parents, great sticklers for the truth, gave him a hiding, no doubt, but poetry had been...
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Morning Meditation
MEDITATION: Surely my soul remembers And is bowed down within me. This I recall to my mind, Therefore I have hope. The Lord's loving-kindnesses indeed never cease, For His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; Great is Thy faithfulness. The Lord is my portion, says my soul, Therefore I...
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