Thursday, February 27, 2014


while on the train:

I saw a youngwoman whose face seemed as though she could have been hewed by spirits from wood

sanded in so many steps that all separation of grain and splinter melted into a consistent hue -

and rubbed with oil so that she shone.

And I found myself almost-despairing that I was not alone...

and that I had no tears...

so that I could weep the pleasure of the seeing.

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