Friday, January 24, 2014

HENRY JAMES

Because every moment
letter, phrase had to please
aesthetically like Flaubert
as the monk St. Anthony
in the maelstrom mirage
and image of the desert,
how grateful of a long life
gleaming in an oasis
for one love that stirred
him to distraction
more than another words
from a sculptor of satisfaction.

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