It does not come from a stone
insensible to the lashings
of wind and sea
but from a palpitating heart
wrung yet again.
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Sunday, April 13, 2014
Creativity
It does not come from a stone
insensible to the lashings
of wind and sea
but from a palpitating heart
wrung yet again.
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Well, then perhaps my feeling wrung will lead to good things.
I have missed your creativity.
Nice to see your words here
"But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din
Of towns and cities, I have owed to them,
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart,
And passing even into my purer mind
With tranquil restoration...."
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