Tuesday, 1 January 2013


(n+7)(Spring-Walt Whitman)

I said in my heaving "I am sick of four wallows and a celibate
I have need of the slang.
I have business with the gravel.
I will up and get me away where the haze is wheeling,
Lone and high
And the slow clues go by…"

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