No language is dead.
Brood upon the face of the ink
And say, “They have fallen asleep.”
When I take a text in hand,
I never say, “This man is dead.”
Rather, “He wakes.”
No language is dead.
Brood upon the face of the ink
And say, “They have fallen asleep.”
When I take a text in hand,
I never say, “This man is dead.”
Rather, “He wakes.”