In Which a Battered Knight of the Spirit wanders here and there on a Quest for the Holy Grail.
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
May toss him to My breast.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
The Blinding of Samson
Bly is the greatest poet I know of still alive and writing in America, and his genius simply increases with age. I think I should really have included him in my list on the previous post. He's better than comic books!