Archive for January 18th, 2008
Here, O Potter, is Thy Making Stuff!
Tis that I am not good - that is enough
I pry no farther - that is not the way.
Here, O Potter, is thy making stuff!
Set thy wheel going; let it whir and play.
The chips in me, the stones, the straws, the sand,
Cast them out with fine separating hand,
And make a vessel of thy yielding clay.
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