"I hold any writer sufficiently justified who is himself in love with his theme." -- Henry James
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Daily Dose
From The Collected Poems, by James Merrill
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Then when the flame forked like a sudden path
I gasped and stumbled, and was less.
Density pulsing upward, gauze of ash,
Dear light along the way to nothingness,
What could be made of you but light, and this?
I'm a bookseller and a used books buyer of more than 30 years experience and a lifelong bibliophile. I've been married in all but legality to my husband Allen for more than 35 years.
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