JAMES ROE
Music, Art, Poetry, and Occasional Insomnia in New York City
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
As a sweet apple turns red on a high branch,
high on the highest branch and the applepickers forgot—
well, no they didn't forget—were not able to reach . . .
Sappho
(
LP
, fr. 105a)
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