Oh--and this one too...
Just so we're current--"The American Investor":
I've been working hard. My weariness amazes me. I'm stranded on my feet.
Actually the line goes "I'm branded on my feet", but what the hell does that mean? Is it a cow thing? Some kind of technical term? Feel free to comment--I'm going to bed.
I've been working hard. My weariness amazes me. I'm stranded on my feet.
Actually the line goes "I'm branded on my feet", but what the hell does that mean? Is it a cow thing? Some kind of technical term? Feel free to comment--I'm going to bed.
posted by Geoffrey at 9:16 PM
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"Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming."
I've often thought that somewhere between Duluth, MN and lower Manhattan, Bob Zimmerman came to believe that LSD was a sacrament. Neither location seems a likely place to see cattle marked. Whatever the reason, I'm glad. His poetry still strikes an exact chord.
Tom
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