Edna St. Vincent Millay
from Huntsman, What Quarry?, 1939
from Huntsman, What Quarry?, 1939
Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour
falls from the sky a meteoric shower of facts;
They lie unquestioned, uncombined.
Wisdom enough to leech us of our ill
is daily spun,
But there exists no loom
to weave it into fabric.
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