Too pretty, dreamlike mimicry!O falling fire and piercing cryand panic, and a weak mailed fistclenched ignorant against the sky!
~ Elizabeth Bishop
One has to commit a painting,' said Degas,'the way one commits a crime.
How—I didn't know anyword for it—how unlikely. . .How had I come to be here,like them, and overheara cry of pain that could havegot loud and worse but hadn't?
