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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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E.E. Cummings·1894–1962·surrealism
han(by yon sunset’s wintry glowrevealed)this tall strong stalwart youth,what sight shall human optics knowmore quite ennobling forsooth? One wondrous fine sonofabitch(to all purposes and intents)in which distinct and richportrait should be included,gents these(by the fire’s ruddy glowunited)not less than sixteenchildren and of course you knowtheir mother,of his heart the queen --incalculable bliss!Picture it gents:our hero,Danwho as you’ve guessed already isthe poorbuthonest workingman (by that bright flame whose myriad tintsenrich a visage simple,terse,seated like any king or princeupon his uncorrupted arse with all his hearty soul aglow)his nightly supper supsit isn’t snowing snow you knowit’s snowing buttercups