Thursday, January 10, 2008
Salve for the Worst Wounds
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Musketaquid:
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The polite found me impolite; the greatRelated posts:
Would mortify me, but in vain:
I am a willow of the wilderness,
Loving the wind that bent me. All my hurts
My garden-spade can heal. A woodland walk,
A wild rose, or rock-loving columbine,
Salve my worst wounds, and leave no cicatrice.
