something this foggy day, a something which /
is neither of this fog nor of today ...
(Christina Rossetti -
Friday, September 13, 2013
Shakespeare, 13th September
O momentary grace of mortal men,
Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
Who builds his hope in air of your good looks,
Lives, like a drunken sailor on a mast;
Ready, with every nod, to tumble down
Into the fatal bowels of the deep.