The disobedient mind is the fruit of inactivity swaying upon
petals on a wet, black bough
drying inward from the edge.
To know there’s no one here to save you:
ah guess ah’ll go up Echo Mountain and crah.
Philip Whalen | Many Colored Squares
Ezra Pound | In a Station of the Metro
Edna St. Vincent Millay | Ebb
Gabrielle Calvocoressi | Save Me Joe Louis
Edward Field | Unwanted
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