Today a tree fell from my hand,
on count of six:exhale, the rough
taste of newsprint licked in wisps
with a sable-tongued spine.
Empty, insurgent calm swelled tall
enough to pause the tremors, until
branches leaked, and a trunk stood
on its own.
A hundred years from now it is very likely that [of Twain's works] "The
Jumping Frog" alone will be remembered.
-- Harry Thurston Peck (Editor of "The Bookman"), January 1901.
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