Here we read
in the old
nocturnal
smells that cross
and cross with
the petty
forms of religion
and watching
on this point of man
to emancipate
the slaves was the old
world and tea.
Statistically Analyzed Texts:
T.S. Eliot, Poems
Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Eighty Years And More; Reminiscences 1815-1897
Sunday, April 26, 2009
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I love those last three lines.
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