oh my country
my birth among yours and the deep love that
without your asking
for years I have obstinately offered you
let us part like good friends while there is still time
nothing joins us except your beautiful language strained today by sophistry lies angelic hypotheses apparent truths
phrases empty as hollow shells
distilled syllogisms
good words
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Marks Of Identity - pg. 350
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