Sunday, October 24, 2010

Poetry Love

in strange way
To stand inquiring right, is not to stray;
To sleep, or run wrong, is. On a huge hill,
Cragged and steep, Truth stands, and he that will
Reach her, about must and about must go,
And what the hill's suddenness resists, win so.

from "Satire 3" by John Donne (one of my faves)

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