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the saddest blog that ever was
10.01.2004:
the new melusina--goethe
i am a wanderer only, a pilgrim, through the world. but what more are you?
june 16, 1771
"Like Yeats, however, I dream of a mythic body,
Feathered and white, a landscape
horizoned and honed as a anchorite.
(Iacopo, hear me out, St. Francis, have you a word for me?)
Umbrian lightfall, lambent and ichorous, mists through my days,
As though a wound, somewhere and luminous,
flickered and went out,
Flickered and went back out--"
-- Charles Wright, Umbrian Dreams
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