I found these today in a six year old's bookshelf.


"On and on we sped, as through a mighty sea,
cross-hatched with lines and shadows,
our nostrils flaring in the windy mist.
The landscape rumbled to our engine's roar,
And my heart sang an ode impossible to repeat."
--Paolo Buzzi

"Where lies the land to which the ship would go?
Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know.
And where the land she travels from? Away,
Far, far behind, is all they can say..."
--Arthur Hugh Clough.

lovely.