"That's the point of sport: it's pointless. A glorious waste of time - though not quite as glorious or as pointless as art."
- From Swimmer by Bill Broady
"The flower which the wind has shaken
Is soon filled again with rain:
So does my heart fill slowly with tears
Until you return."
-Imagist poet Richard Aldington
Have yet to start on Whitman's "Leaves of Grass". Can't wait. Whole piles of books lie around waiting to be read.
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