Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Huntsman, What Quarry?
Posted in imagination, zeitgeist hunch on Nov 29th, 2007 No Comments »
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Upon this age, that never speaks its mind,
This furtive age, this age endowed with power
To wake the moon with footsteps, fit an oar
Into the rowlocks of the wind, and find
What swims before his prow, what swirls behind —
Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour,
Falls from the sky a meteoric shower
Of facts . . . [...]



