Sentence in italics: Virginia Woolf, ‘Orlando’, page 275
The true length of a person’s life, whatever
the stretching minutes, the landmark days
the hearsay of the workday week
the limited counting of due seasons, whatever
the Dictionary of National Biography may say
its anecdotes ballooning out of shape
its genealogies taking up space
when or if it mentions one at all
is always a matter of dispute
while speaking words that predate English
hearing songs only birds can make
seeing in one glance millennia nightly
sensing another as here now and for always
praying where peace passes all understanding.
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