tributes and images; compositions and ideas
I go down to the shore in the morning and depending on the hour the waves are rolling in or moving out, and I say, oh, I am miserable, what shall– what should I do? And the sea says in its lovely voice: Excuse me, I have work to do.
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A barn shall harbor heaven, A stall become a shrine. -Richard Wilbur 1921-2017