What would I do without a mind?
What would I do without a society to shape that mind?
To influence it?
To taint it?
To glorify it?
What would I do without the memories of such glory and such tache?
An orphan on a deserted island, with nothing from the outside world, save the produce of Nature which surrounds me.
I suppose I would be free....
When I read this http://www.hermitary.com/solitude/deresiewicz.html, it reminded me of these lines in your blog. A description of a contrary world of today as against your poem on Soul's Architecture...
Exquisite.
ReplyDeleteThe fineness of a poet's soul is evident in these extremely beautiful lines.
Dear P,
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When I read this http://www.hermitary.com/solitude/deresiewicz.html, it reminded me of these lines in your blog. A description of a contrary world of today as against your poem on Soul's Architecture...
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