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.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Carolyn Forche Reads Her Poem, "The Museum Of Stones"
What a stunning beauty is this poem! It brought tears to my eyes.
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