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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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The Incas had no word for theft until the Spanish came.
ReplyDeleteBut I bet a blind Inca would know the difference between a silver coin and a gold one just by its smell?
ReplyDelete(Not to take away any discredit from los conquisadores).