Sunday, October 03, 2004
 
Brian Misses Hockey

Emily Dickinson, Poem 544, circa 1862:
    The Martyr Poets -- did not tell --
    But wrought their Pang in syllable --
    That when their mortal name be numb --
    Their mortal fate -- encourage Some --

    The Martyr Painters -- never spoke --
    Bequeathing -- rather -- to their Work --
    That when their conscious fingers cease --
    Some seek in Art -- the Art of Peace --

- posted by Brian J. @ 10:35 PM
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