Tuesday, 9 March 2010

"stung by the splendour of a sudden thought"

I have completely and whole-heartedly fallen in love with Robert Browning. I think when he wrote "God is the perfect poet," he disregarded his own aptitude for the art: "The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!"

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