Happy the man...with a natural gift for practising the right one {art} from the start--
poetry, say, or fishing; whose nights are dreamless;
whose deep-sunk panoramas rise and pass like daylight through the rod's eye or the nib's eye.
poetry, say, or fishing; whose nights are dreamless;
whose deep-sunk panoramas rise and pass like daylight through the rod's eye or the nib's eye.
( Seamus Heaney )
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