Two years ago I crossed
the southwest desert thinking
about a drop of truth
that's totally undrinkable.
Now it's hot and humid
in New England and
I'm drinking cold green tea
it's true--but sweetly unthinkable.
~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)
IT SIFTS FROM LEADEN SIEVES
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Today — now that we have entered the dark of the year — we will look at a
poem on snow by Emily Dickinson. If we consider the position and presumed
tasks ...
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