Thursday, May 27, 2004

karate chops for everyone but us

Father Homer, thee,
Thee also I forgive thy sandy wastes
Of prose and catalogue, thy drear harangues
That tease the patience of the centuries,
Thy sleazy scrap of story,--but a rogue's
Rape of a light-o'-love,--too soiled a patch
To broider with the gods.

Thee, Socrates,
Thou dear and very strong one, I forgive
Thy year-worn cloak, thine iron stringencies
That were but dandy upside-down, they words
Of truth that, mildlier spoke had mainlier wrought.

--Sidney Lanier, from 'The Crystal'

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