James Merrill, 'Variations: The Air is Sweetest That a Thistle Guards'
time and love and doom, Those great blue grottoes where the rank intruder Is moved to think in rhyme.
A series of quotes I like. Feel free to enjoy them here. I'm afraid the formatting is odd, though, but it is convenient to a feed I use for my main blog: reesewarner.blogspot.com