February 2012
14 posts
The purest note
a poet strikes
comes always from a
bad piano.
– Geoff Page, from “The Languages” (via the-final-sentence)
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January 2012
10 posts
His fingers rest along the rim of night.
– John Tranter, from “Guernica” (via the-final-sentence)
December 2011
3 posts