Soul Clap its Hands and Sing
Appropriation, collaboration, experimentation
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
River Brink - a cento
The stream is brimful in the grassy fringe
stone bridge among the withes
old as the elms that shelter it.
A thunder of horses stretches
up the slope
moist necks
freed from the harness.
Source text:
The Mill on the Floss by George Eliot
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