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Seashells on the sea, shored
Nov. 26th, 2008 10:37 pmI had a brainwave yesterday about where my tiny spiral-bound notebook might be, and there it was, in the front pocket of my small rucksack, so tiny it didn't make the rucksack weigh anything so I thought it was empty & just threw it into the back of the wardrobe. And it was on a yellow page, after all, a fragment of poem so tiny it didn't make the notebook weigh anything.
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Today's subject line is brought to you by the (sadly, apparently now defunct) British Society for Scholars Wondering If The Line ‘These fragments I have shored against my ruin’ should have been ‘These fragments have I shored against my ruin’ (neither: it's 'ruins', plural, of course, as any fule kno), though if you hold it up to your ear you may hear a hint of a shell that sang too.
( garbage collection, unedited )
Today's subject line is brought to you by the (sadly, apparently now defunct) British Society for Scholars Wondering If The Line ‘These fragments I have shored against my ruin’ should have been ‘These fragments have I shored against my ruin’ (neither: it's 'ruins', plural, of course, as any fule kno), though if you hold it up to your ear you may hear a hint of a shell that sang too.
