4 years later...
the night with the movie
"House at the end of the street"
簡稱st. and then, something bad was happened...
I,too,dislike it.
Reading it,however,with a perfect contempt for it,
one discovers in
it, after all, a place for the genuine.
<Poetry> by Marianne Moore,p207/188
Time cannot break the bird’s wing from the bird.
Bird and wing together
Go down, one feather.
No thing that ever flew,
Not the lark, not you,
Can die as others do.
<To a young Poet> by Edna St. Vincent Millay, p212/192