Saturday, 13 August 2005
Heredity
I am the family face;
Flesh perishes, I live on,
Projecting trait and trace
Through time to times anon,
And leaping from place to place
Over oblivion.
The years-heired feature that can
In curve and voice and eye
Despise the human span
Of durance – that is I;
The eternal thing in man,
That heeds no call to die
Thomas Hardy
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Thanks to Jane for this one.
Posted by: waylaid | Saturday, 13 August 2005
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