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William Blake

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?

Or wilt thou go ask the Mole:

Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?

Or Love in a golden bowl?

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One who, or that which, accelerates.

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IV. MARJ

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E.E. Cummings·1894–1962·surrealism
life?Listen” the feline she with radishredlegs said (crossing them slowly)“I’masleep. Yep. Youse is asleep kidand everybody is.” And i hazarded“god” (blushing slightly)--“O damnginks like dis Gawd” opening slowlyslowlythem--then carefully the rolypolyvoice squatting on a mountain of gum didsomething like a whisper, “even her.”“The Madam?” I emitted; vaguely watchingthat mountainous worthy in the fragile actof doing her eyebrows.--Marj’s laughter smackedme: pummeling the curtains, drooped to a purr . . . i left her permanently smiling