Mind Control

Snow-covered spruce at Tuckaway Farm.I think I will learn some beautiful language, useless for 


Purposes, work hard at that.

I think I will learn the Latin name of every songbird,

not only in America, but wherever they sing.

(Shun meditation, though; invite the controversial:

Is the world flat? Do bats eat cats?) By digging hard I might

deflect that river, my mind, that uncontrollable thing,

Turgid and yellow, strong to overflow its banks in spring,

carrying away bridges;

A bed of pebbles now, through which there trickles one clear

narrow stream, following a course henceforth nefast —

Dig, dig; and if I come to ledges, blast.

~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

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