"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

17 July 2013

Listen.

Manara, Windowsill, Undated


So, must we from the hawk’s far stemming view,   
Must we descend as worm’s eye to construe   
Our love of all we touch, and take it to the Gate
As humbly as a guest who knows himself too late,
His news already told? Yes, while the heart is wrung,
Arise—yes, take this sheaf of dust upon your tongue!
In one last angelus lift throbbing throat—
Listen ...

- Hart Crane, from "The Bridge: Quaker Hill"

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