“O connoisseurs of thirst,
Beasts of my soul who long to learn to drink
Of pure mirage, those prosperous islands are accurst
That shimmer on the brink of absence”
from “A World without Objects Is a Sensible Emptiness”
by Richard Wilbur
“O connoisseurs of thirst,
Beasts of my soul who long to learn to drink
Of pure mirage, those prosperous islands are accurst
That shimmer on the brink of absence”
from “A World without Objects Is a Sensible Emptiness”
by Richard Wilbur
