My Soul is like the oar that momently
Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave,
Then glitters out again and sweeps the sea:
Each second I’m new-born from some new
grave.
By Sidney Lanier, from The Oxford Book of American Verse, Oxford University Press, New York (third printing, 1952).
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Updates:
Some more poetic mining leads to the inclusion of an informative paragraph about Stéphane Mallarmé and his work and influences in You Don’t Say. For the long version and related links, go here.
An overdue entry on The Oxford Book of American Verse added to And I Quote.
What does a mime do when he answers the phone? Find out in the Forum.
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