Mana Aboda / T.E. Hulme

Mana Aboda
Beauty is the marking-time, the stationary vibration, the feigned ecstasy of an arrested im- pulse unable to reach its natural end.

MANA ABODA, whose bent form The sky in archéd circle is, Seems ever for an unknown grief to mourn. Yet on a day I heard her cry : " I weary of the roses and the singing    poets-- Josephs all, not tall enough to try."

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