Metábasis eis állo génos (3-1)
Happy ninth day of Christmas!
I love this phrase by Frost: “the earnest love that laid the swale in rows.”
And I love this evocative picture of a kind of New Jerusalem by Berry, from “The Morning’s News”—
. . . Though the river floods
and the spring is cold, my heart goes on,
faithful to a mystery in a cloud,
and the summer’s garden continues its descent
through me, toward the ground.
Those are richly blessed who find a place where they are completely out of breath trying to keep up:
I gotta have my orange juice. 
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