Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Echoes of a conversation on tradition

Meanwhile we do no harm; for they
  That with a god have striven,
Not hearing much of what we say,
  Take what the god has given;
Though like waves breaking it may be,
Or like a changed familiar tree,
Or like a stairway to the sea
  Where down the blind are driven.

-- Eros Turannos, Edwin Arlington Robinson 

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