Let me read dry, sere old books no longer,
But embrace with open arms instead
Blogging: where the flowing tides tug stronger
At rotten mooring ropes of heart and head.
Let my mind set its reluctant white sails
Way out beyond this safe, familiar shore:
Into wild tumults of tide, storm and waves
Where dry autumnal leaves rustle no more.
Edmund St. James
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