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All the inconsequential memoria
Seeping into the monody: voyages,
Purposes, cargos, ports of call whose names,
Long since forgot, returned to him in dreams
Only to be forgot again by morning --
Supposing those were really dreams, and this morning.
Boat and Grain Elevators No. 2: Ralston Crawford, 1942 (The Phillips Collection, Washington, D.C.)
2 comments:
It's just the nature of things to feel that I virtually own this poem because I've read it and it's seeped into my memory. But I must say that my materially acquisitive urges are aroused by seeing this Crawford. Boy, would I love to have the painting on my wall. Curtis
Curtis,
I'll see what I can do.
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