Who would have thought my shriveled heart/
Could have recovered greenness? It was gone/
Quite underground; as flowers depart/
To see their mother-root when they have blown;/
Where they together/
All the hard weather/
Dead to the world, keep house unknown.
-George Herbert
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Link about Reading
If you are the type of person who will read something just because it was recommended on a blog, go read this (by way of Alan Jacobs' blog Text Patterns). It's what I would do.
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