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Sep 8
Neither to imagine inarticulately the moon,
Nor to articulate unimaginatively the sun,
But to scan the celestial sphere for sublime inspiration: the poet.

‘I think our lives are surely but the dreams
Of spirits, dwelling in the distant spheres,
Who as we die, do one by one awake.’
- Edgar Saltus, Poppies and Mandragora
Written by
annh  F/Christchurch, New Zealand
(F/Christchurch, New Zealand)   
         multi sumus, Neville, Monika Layke, Ben Noah Suri, AS and 25 others
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