Sunday, September 13, 2009

Tom Phillips silkscreen, Virgil in his study

He ate and drank the precious Words--
His spirit grew robust--
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was Dust--

He danced along the dingy Days
And this Bequest of Wings
Was but a Book--What Liberty
A loosened spirit brings--

--Emily Dickinson
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