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Monday, March 26, 2007

The Clay is not the Grecian Urn

Beauty is not beautiful
Nor truth honest
As the painting is not its paint;

Rather, the current sculpts the stream
And the stars the causeway of night;
Keats lies as one enlightened.

Ben Finkel
March 26th, 2007
by Azeltir at 10:27 AM

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