It was a case of iron in the soul rather than quicksilver in the sentence.– A Way of Life, Like Any Other (Darcy O’Brien)
Always for Charles Simic Always so late in the day In their rumpled clothes, sitting Around a table lit by a single bulb, The great forgetters were hard at work. They tilted their heads to one side, closing their eyes. Then a house disappeared, and a man in his yard With all his flowers in a row. The great forgetters wrinkled their brows. Then Florida went and San Francisco Where the...