Verandah light flings night shadows on a white wall
Like a ladder leaning on the roof
Like the slats of a child's wooden cot
Rolled down
Like a ladder leaning on the roof
Like the slats of a child's wooden cot
Rolled down
The fog moves on...
Carl Sandburg
To understand any living thing, you must, so to say, creep within and feel the beating of its heart.
~ William (W.) MacNeile Dixon
~ William (W.) MacNeile Dixon
from The Human Situation: The Gifford lectures delivered in the University of Glasgow, 1935-1937 (1937).
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