Classic poem of the day
I have a friend who would give a price for those long fingers all/of one length—
those hideous bird's claws, for that exotic asp and the mongoose—
products of the country in which everything is hard work, the country of the grass-getter,
the torch-bearer, the dog-servant, the messenger-bearer, the holy-man.
Engrossed in this distinguished worm nearly as wild and as fierce as the day it was caught,
he gazes as if incapable of looking at anything with a view to analysi......