. . . Out of sleep
Something of our own comes back to us:
A drowned man's garment from the sea.
—Archibald MacLeish, J.B.
Something of our own comes back to us:
A drowned man's garment from the sea.
—Archibald MacLeish, J.B.
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- 1: But somehow the vital connection is made
- 2: Wrote a scholar from the island that they kept from me
- 3: I do some of my best work in the British Museum
- 4: Many arms around the mast as your ship starts cracking
- 5: I made a deal with the devil, but I never got paid
- 6: How do you love? How do you solve the etiquette?
- 7: And I'm sorry that I forgot that binders don't go in the dryer
- 8: Trying my best to arrive
- 9: And where the arrow leads, you never know
- 10: The earth is too smart for us to break through
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