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"Bring me Solo and the Wookiee! They will all suffer for this outrage."

- Jabba the Hutt



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“I can't change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.”
- Jimmy Dean
poetry:favorite-poems:mind

Mind

An old favorite of mind, both for it's imagination, and also for it's ablility to make one think outside the box… and see things anew and in a brighter persective.

Mind in its purest play is like some bat
That beats about in caverns all alone,
Contriving by a kind of senseless wit
Not to conclude against a wall of stone.


It has no need to falter or explore;
Darkly it knows what obstacles are there,
And so may weave and flitter, dip and soar
In perfect courses through the blackest air.


And has this simile a like perfection?
The mind is like a bat. Precisely. Save
That in the very happiest of intellection
A graceful error may correct the cave.


– Richard Wilbur
poetry/favorite-poems/mind.txt · Last modified: Apr 6, 2014 (5 years ago) by Matt Bagley