Lamplit
presently behold
most Joyous a procession
of Curious Things.

If The Whole Internet is like This, We're Doomed

'Symbol'

A painting I have seen
Upon the rills and rocks
The skies and sun and sea
Within composed have been
Not as the builder's blocks
Or as a building be;

It is not the play of mind
Upon the trellis'd trees
Nor the gilder's gloss
Or the sculptor's grind
Nor just for he who sees
Is this 'thrown across'

The world, a plot, a story, a frame
The work of art, "the Light", His Name.

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Very nice. I think I'll

Very nice. I think I'll print it out, put it on the sink window, study it a while.
Would you send me your address, please? I have a very small Christmas present for you.
Thanks,
Sal

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