I think I will learn some beautiful language, useless for commercial <br />Purposes, work hard at that. <br />I think I will learn the Latin name of every songbird, not only in <br />America but wherever they sing. <br />(Shun meditation, though; invite the controversial: <br />Is the world flat? Do bats eat cats?) By digging hard I might <br />deflect that river, my mind, that uncontrollable thing, <br />Turgid and yellow, srong to overflow its banks in spring, <br />carrying away bridges <br />A bed of pebbles now, through which there trickles one clear <br />narrow stream, following a course henceforth nefast— <br /> <br />Dig, dig; and if I come to ledges, blast.<br /><br />Edna St. Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/intention-to-escape-from-him/
