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September 5, 2007
Cold Truth
The cold light of truth in four lines from a poem.
from "The Imaginary Iceberg"
Elizabeth BishopWe'd rather have the iceberg than the ship,
Although it mean the end of travel.
Although it stood stock still like cloudy rock
And all the sea were moving marble.
Posted by Steven Riddle at September 5, 2007 10:36 AM
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