Saturday, December 19, 2009

My Hour Now Like His



Unknown, a single Eskimo word (of the putative hoard) for snow.

Ago, I found no thing around the quiet lit carrel

Quiet like that rural canoe-stretch of lost Maine

Lost within the grey, unopened, hard cover copy of Thoreau,

'Mizzle' his Yankee word for the light rain.


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  1. SimonDecember 21, 2009 at 11:51 AM

    The Incas had no word for theft until the Spanish came.

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  2. TrulyfoolDecember 21, 2009 at 2:27 PM

    But I bet a blind Inca would know the difference between a silver coin and a gold one just by its smell?

    (Not to take away any discredit from los conquisadores).

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