"I hate my verses, every line, every word.
Oh pale and brittle pencils ever to try
One grass-blade's curve, or the throat of one bird
That clings to twig, ruffled against white sky.
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Please correct your version of this fabulous poem before it spreads all over the Web.
It's not " one glinting hash..." whatever that could possibly mean.
It's, as any English speaker would have guessed, " on glinting flash..."
Thank you!
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Please correct your version of this fabulous poem before it spreads all over the Web. It's not " one glinting hash..." whatever that could possibly mean. It's, as any English speaker would have guessed, " on glinting flash..." Thank you!