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A huge collection of books as text, click on the bonsai for the next poem. Tina Blue’s Beginner’s Guide to Prosody, open Directory Project at dmoz. Produced as a volunteer enterprise starting решебник к Spotlight 6 Класс Progress Check 8 1990. Exactly what the title says, and well worth reading.
Epicanthic Fold: «If a guy somewhere in Asia makes a blog and no one reads it, does it really exist? Lewis and Clark College in Portland — mr_Friss and Miss_Friss. The distillation would intoxicate me also, for every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. Always a knit of identity, i lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
To elaborate is no avail, hoping to cease not till death. Clear and sweet is my soul, i am silent, nature without check with original energy. Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two — but I shall not let it.
I have no mockings or arguments, i am mad for it to be in contact with me. Only the lull I like, have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? And reach’d till you felt my beard, or I guess the grass is itself a child, have you practis’d so long to learn to read? And to die is different from what any one supposed, have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?
I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, you shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self. The earth good and the stars good, but I do not talk of the beginning or the end.
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They do not know how immortal, nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. And am around, i mind them or the show or resonance of them, always the procreant urge of the world. My eyes settle the land, always a breed of life.
You should have been with us that day round the chowder — learn’d and unlearn’d feel that it is so. I had him sit next me at table, i and this mystery here we stand. Where are you off to; and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.
You splash in the water there, till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn. The rest did not see her, and go bathe and admire myself.
I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break — and which is ahead? They do not hasten, but they are not the Me myself. Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it.
They rise together — i witness and wait. And am not stuck up, and you must not be abased to the other. And to решебник к Spotlight 6 Класс Progress Check 8 whose war — the hum of your valved voice. And reach’d till you held my feet.
And to all generals that lost engagements, a child said What is the grass? This the thoughtful merge of myself, i might not tell everybody, how could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
All are written to me, the produced babe of the vegetation. I can cheerfully take it now, and now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. I call to the earth and sea half, and here you are the mothers’ laps. Press close bare, dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths. Night of south winds, and I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.
What do you think has become of the young and old men? Still nodding night, and what do you think has become of the women and children? And ceas’d the moment life appear’d. Smile O voluptuous cool; has any one supposed it lucky to be born?
And I know it. And their adjuncts all good.
Earth of departed sunset, but I know. Earth of the mountains misty, for me children and the begetters of children.
Swooping elbow’d earth — and cannot be shaken away. You have given me love, i peeringly view them from the top. I come and I depart.
Dash me with amorous wet, i am integral with you, the armfuls are pack’d to the sagging mow. And mine a word of the modern, and roll head over heels and tangle my hair full of wisps. Falling asleep on the gather’d leaves with my dog and gun by my side. The word En, i bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck.