February 16, 2012
These boys of light are curdlers in their folly, Sour the boiling honey; The jacks of frost they finger in the hives; There in the sun the frigid threads, Of doubt and dark they feed their nerves; the signal moon is zero in their voids. -D. Thomas from, “I see the boys of summer”

These boys of light are curdlers in their folly, Sour the boiling honey; The jacks of frost they finger in the hives; There in the sun the frigid threads, Of doubt and dark they feed their nerves; the signal moon is zero in their voids. -D. Thomas from, “I see the boys of summer”

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