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Paul Ferguson Member ![]()
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An alchemical and hermetic interpretation: http://www.iun.edu/~nwadmin/plath/vol6/Gordon-Bramer.pdf The word of a snail on the plate of a leaf? It is not mine. Do not accept it. Acetic acid in a sealed tin? Do not accept it. It is not genuine. A ring of gold with the sun in it? Lies. Lies and a grief. Frost on a leaf, the immaculate Cauldron, talking and crackling All to itself on the top of each of nine black Alps. A disturbance in mirrors, the sea shattering its grey one- Love, love, my season. |