Like a Lovesick Yokel

7月 27, 2010 · Posted in 未分類 

Out of the south, from every tangent, flocks of geese were calling, and Valiant and his comrades, slanting down in happy weariness toward the sweet water, gave tongue to that quickened measure which celebrates the end of a night flight. It is a poor thing, this translation, since it cannot hope to capture that bright resonance which is in bells, trumpets, bugles, and the throat of the flock.

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