"Belief in our mortality, I say, is a gloriously fine thing. It makes us sober; it makes us a little sad; and many of us it makes poetic. But above all, it makes it possible for us to live sensibly, truthfully, and always with a sense of our own limitations." --Lin Yutang
Friday, November 4, 2011
Under the Skin
Under the skin, All over my body, Pieces of something Have taken root.
My nose has sprouted Seedlings, My forehead, A sebaceous cyst--
"Like the stump of the horn Of a shorn devil," I think, Romantically.