Frank Bidart, Star Dust Quotes
drugged to sleep by repetition of the diurnalround, the monotonous sorrow of the finite, within I am awakerepairing in dirt the frayed immaculate threadforced by being to watch the birth of suns
Horrible the fate of the advice-giver in our culture: to repeat oneself in a thousand contexts until death, or irrelevance. *I abjure advice-giver.