And again, again, I turned into the street,
finding the place where corners meet,
turning to look again
to see where Time had gone …
[-- Th. Wolfe, “The Lost Boy”
(1937)]
[Note: Finding “found
poetry” in the consistently lyrical work of Thomas Wolfe's prose is like finding fish in an aquarium;
but anyhow, this one’s pretty.]
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