about beauty framed by impermanence. And a poem can be very brief and, in a way, explode out like an open door. It draws the mind and the heart in, and then it lets go. It sort of steps aside. Everything is transient. Everything is in flux.from Jeffrey Brown: PBS: Newshour: A Writer Reflects on the Japanese Earthquake and Tsunami, Two Years Later
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