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Feb. 1st, 2005 12:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnyWords which penetrate like flame
And, once within the soul, like fire in some hut,
Illuminate its wretched trappings,
Words which do not die
And which we celebrate in song.
--From 'The Face of the Horse': Nikolai Zabolotsy
This is irony-
Using the words of someone else
Describing the words he cannot find
Because they are beautiful and
Because you cannot find the words.
And, once within the soul, like fire in some hut,
Illuminate its wretched trappings,
Words which do not die
And which we celebrate in song.
--From 'The Face of the Horse': Nikolai Zabolotsy
This is irony-
Using the words of someone else
Describing the words he cannot find
Because they are beautiful and
Because you cannot find the words.
