Jul. 27th, 2008
There Was No Such Stuff In Rosencrantz' Thoughts
And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
Man's greatest creation, night-soil and piss.
Perhaps you will find my judgment unjust;
Man's made of dust; and yet, to me, what is this?
Reminds me of Crane's "A man said to the universe:"
Please, critique my punctuation.
And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
Man's greatest creation, night-soil and piss.
Perhaps you will find my judgment unjust;
Man's made of dust; and yet, to me, what is this?
Reminds me of Crane's "A man said to the universe:"
Please, critique my punctuation.