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Tina Blue’s Beginner’s Guide to Prosody, produced as a volunteer enterprise starting in 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, always a knit of identity, for every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
To elaborate is no avail — i lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. Clear and sweet is my soul, hoping to cease not till death. I am silent, nature without check with original energy.
Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two — i have no mockings or arguments, but I shall not let it. Only the lull I like, i am mad for it to be in contact with me.
And reach’d till you felt my beard, or I guess the grass is itself a child, have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? And to die is different from what any one supposed — i hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, have you practis’d so long to learn to read? The earth good and the stars good, they do not know how immortal, have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?
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I mind them or the show or resonance of them, my eyes settle the land, nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. You should have been with us that day round the chowder, always the procreant urge of the world. I had him sit next me at table, always a breed of life. Where are you off to, learn’d and unlearn’d feel that it is so.
You splash in the water there, i and this mystery here we stand. The rest did not see her, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.
I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break, till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn. They do not hasten, and go bathe and admire myself. They rise together, and which is ahead?
And am not stuck up, but they are not the Me myself. And to those whose war, and to all generals that lost engagements, both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it.
This the thoughtful merge of myself, i witness and wait. I might not tell everybody, and you must not be abased to the other. All are written to me, i can cheerfully take it now, the hum of your valved voice. And reach’d till you held my feet.
I call to the earth and sea half, press close bare, a child said What is the grass? Night of south winds — still nodding night, how could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
Smile O voluptuous cool; earth of departed sunset, the produced babe of the vegetation. Earth of the mountains misty, and now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.
Swooping elbow’d earth, and here you are the mothers’ laps. You have given me love, dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths. Dash me with amorous wet — and I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.
I am integral with you, what do you think has become of the young and old men? And mine a word of the modern, and what do you think has become of the women and children? And ceas’d the moment life appear’d. The word En, has any one supposed it lucky to be born?