Monday, May 03, 2010

The profound EAR ...

... Poem of the Week: EAR.

I can never forget this passage from Robinson's "Mr. Flood's Party":

Then, as a mother lays her sleeping child
Down tenderly, fearing it may awake,
He set the jug down slowly at his feet
With trembling care, knowing that most things break ...

Robinson obviously knew something about drunks, and the extraordinary care they can take to protect the beloved bottle from breaking untimely.

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