something this foggy day, a something which /
is neither of this fog nor of today ...
(Christina Rossetti -
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Shakespeare, 28th August
I have been studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world:
. . . . . . . .
I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out.
My brain I'll prove the female to my soul,
My soul the father; and these two beget
A generation of still-breeding thoughts,
And these same thoughts people this little world.