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Looking out the window; A skiff of Michigan snow Lies in “innocence” there Like a story’s opening line. “Once there was a,” maybe Or “Long ago,” perhaps Not a blow to the head Or boot to one’s behind But a silent invitation To something still unspoken. Tempting as it is...
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To Andreas Alcimus. How Germany is perishing by its own greed. That's how things are; men die, expensively. They seek out lethal danger, with much war and worrying, and their pay consists of pain and loss. We are the fosterers, patrons of our pain. How...
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They wrought a work which Time reveres, A pure example to the lands, Further and further reaching hands, Forever into coming years; They worshipt Freedom for her sake; We faint unless the wanton ear Be tickled with the loud "hear, hear," To which the slight-built hustings shake; For...
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They talk of short-lived pleasure–be it so– Pain dies as quickly: stern, hard-featured pain Expires, and lets her weary prisoner go. The fiercest agonies have shortest reign; And after dreams of horror, comes again The welcome morning with its rays of peace. Oblivion, softly wiping out...
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One of my wishes is that those dark trees, So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom, But stretched away unto the edge of doom. I should not be withheld but that some day Into...
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I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? 'For beauty,' I replied. 'And I for truth, — the two are one; We brethren are,' he said. And...
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Lift not the painted veil which those who live Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there, And it but mimic all we would believe With colours idly spread,—behind, lurk Fear And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave Their shadows,...
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This year marks the centenary of the Battle of the Somme, one of the bloodiest conflagrations in human history in which more than a million men were killed or wounded. One of the lucky survivors was J.R.R. Tolkien,...
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Over and back, the long waves crawl and track the sand with foam; night darkens, and the sea takes on that desperate tone of dark that wives put on when all their love is done. Over and back, the tangled thread falls slack, over and up and on; over and...
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“There are no laws, save Want alone,” The mad professor said, “That govern the affairs of men. “So get out of your head “Archaic thoughts of Nature’s Laws. “Reactionary nonsense! “The only constant we confront “Is that there are no constants. “All the best minds now agree “There is...
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Presently we saw a curious thing: There were no clouds, the sun was going down in a limpid, gold-washed sky. Just as the lower edge of the red disc rested on the high fields against the horizon, a great black figure suddenly appeared on the face of...
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When I first discovered Plato, I was delighted to learn that philosophy could be exciting, rather than boring. I learned that Plato wrote eloquently in praise of divine madness. Eros is recognized by many to be a form...
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In the sea, Biscayne, there prinks The young emerald, evening star, Good light for drunkards, poets, widows, And ladies soon to be married. By this light the salty fishes Arch in the sea like tree-branches, Going in many directions Up and down. This light conducts The thoughts of drunkards,...
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Modern England is so secular in her orientation and so narcissistic in her hedonism that she treats her own heritage with scornful and supercilious neglect. This was made painfully clear to me this January when I returned...