22 mrt. 2012

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And it's as if the roofs' breeze-freshened shelves,
Their level surfaces of gravelled tar
Where glassy fragments glitter, are themselves
A measure of the intermediate worth
Of all the stories to the morning star
And all the stories to the morning earth.

Timothy Steele, "From a Rooftop" form Sapphics and Uncertainties: Poems 1970-1986.