In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade.
And he carries the reminders
Of ev’ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
“I am leaving, I am leaving.”
But the fighter still remains.
In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade.
And he carries the reminders
Of ev’ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
“I am leaving, I am leaving.”
But the fighter still remains.
writeamuck 
In addition to blogging about writing and the arts, I also blog about creating good public spaces. I used The Boxer as the intro to one of my posts a couple years ago. Check it out here: http://spacesforpeople.wordpress.com/2010/09/26/public-spaces-for-everyone/
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