Friday, April 24, 2015

Poetry Friday

In the very essence of poetry there is something indecent:
a thing is brought forth which we didn’t know we had in us,
so we blink our eyes, as if a tiger had sprung out
and stood in the light, lashing his tail.
~ Czeslaw Milosz from "Ars Poetica" ~

Postage stamp courtesy Wikimedia Commons.

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