The gold of poetry
gets smelted and refined
from the speech of
unreflective men.
Let us go
cheerfully among them
with poised minds.
from Dropping the Bow, Poems of Ancient India
Translated by Andrew Schelling
White Pine Press
gets smelted and refined
from the speech of
unreflective men.
Let us go
cheerfully among them
with poised minds.
from Dropping the Bow, Poems of Ancient India
Translated by Andrew Schelling
White Pine Press
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