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June 20, 2012

In the room the women come and go / Talking of Michelangelo.

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"We have lingered in the chambers of the sea

By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown

Till human voices wake us, and we drown."

Posted by gerardvanderleun at June 20, 2012 1:00 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair--
(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
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Posted by: TMI at June 27, 2012 9:08 PM

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