methinks I should hear with indifference if a trustworthy messenger were to inform me that the sun drowned himself last night
I love that. Reminds me of a poem by Francis Ponge called 'Bread' in which he compares the crust of a loaf of bread to the earth's crust:"The surface of bread is marvellous, first of all because of the almost panoramic impression it gives: as though you held the Alps, the Taurus, or the Cordillera of the Andes in your hands..."This translation from the French by C.K. Williams in Wake Forest University Press 'Selected Poems'.
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