Noyade: n. - Drowning
Jul. 18th, 2001 03:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphRe-reading Richard Wilbur, I saw these lines from After the Last Bulletins in a whole new light:
In empty lots
Our journals spiral in a fierce noyade
Of all we thought to think,
Or caught in corners cramp and wad
And twist our words.
Our journals spiral in a fierce noyade
Of all we thought to think,
Or caught in corners cramp and wad
And twist our words.
