Fresh when it gets here from
Julie Barrett
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
"Point, after all, when finally one reaches Wheezing ravens,
whenvisitors' dugout. The osprey whose nest is atop Unreadable from behind—they
are well downAnd half-starved foxes shake and paw The winter road from the
St. Simeon farm"Be off!" say Winter's snows; Like theirs ends? From what
distant point of visionThe mortal architect had brought to life, Before those
virile women!And off the white smoke swims Toward the still dab of white
that oscillatesCome, swallows, it's good-bye. they sit with their wives all
day in the sun,Bronze the sky, with no In Florida, it's strawberry season—
Rise,
to the muffled chime of churchbell choir. XVI. Laying a Ghost: The Jeannette
and the FramStunned in their voiceless way to be alive"
Well, I am just FramStunned!
Actually, not at all. In case you're wondering why I'm trolling through the spam folder, I can assure you it's not out of boredom. I always go through it to look for legit messages before I delete the lot. I don't open each message, and that bit o' text was from a preview the spam filter kindly provided so I didn't have to open the oddly suspicious attachment.
Now I'm off to empty the spam folder.
Tags: Spam