Monday, May 4, 2015

Green: May 4, 2015

He was describing, as all young poets are forever describing, nature, and in order to match the shade of green precisely he looked (and here he showed more audacity than/most) at the thing itself, which happened to be a laurel bush growing beneath the window.  After that, of course, he could write no more.  Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another.  

 Orlando (13)

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