from Margaret Atwood's poem "Spelling"
"A word after a word
after a word is power."
It's a great poem. You can read the whole thing here.
I'm feeling rather pastoral today....will probably go to the park soon and sit in the sun and write some nature poetry. I'm listening to A Prairie Home Companion on the radio, and someone is singing "The Garden Song" which my mother used to have on a record. It's a bittersweet sort of thing, hearing songs she used to play on those old records. I loved my mother with no reservations back then.