And the words are conceived in sounds.
PS: Personally I am not at unison with Mallarme. He knew the half truth.
In this investiture of fleshly life A soul that is a spark of God survives . And sometimes it breaks through the sordid screen And kindles a fire that makes us half-divine. Savitri, Book 11, Canto V
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Saturday, November 22, 2008
the poet of the forest
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