Vingt Regards:
XVII. By the Blue Purple Yellow Red Water
A quiet, grey morning out by the bay...
...just us, the birds, and a tanker.
Still will I harvest beauty where it grows:
In coloured fungus and the spotted fog
Surprised on foods forgotten; in ditch and bog
Filmed brilliant with irregular rainbows
Of rust and oil, where half a city throws
Its empty tins...—Edna St. Vincent Millay
set by Stacy Garrop in Sonnets of Beauty and Music
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Vingt Regards / I. Strange Bedfellows / II. A New Era, Indeed / III. Hommage à Paolo Conte / IV. Hommage à S. Bar. / V. They Speak According to the Book / VI. Overheard in New York / VII. In Rotation: August 2007 / VIII. LA Phil's New Housemate / IX. Apples and Amoebas / X. Sunday in the Park with Bert / XI. Epilogue / XII. Taking Stock / XIII. De Quadratis Magicis / XIV. TSR's Guide to SF Elections / XV. Good Vibrations / XVI. Found Object
"The reason I like
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Is that her name
Sounds like a basketball
Falling downstairs.
The reason I like
Walt Whitman
Is that his name
Sounds like
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Falling downstairs."
- David Mamet, "Squirrels"
Posted by: Ben S. | Dec 06, 2007 at 02:40 PM