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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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Dance Figure

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Ezra Pound·1885–1972
For the Marriage in Cana of Galilee_ Dark eyed,O woman of my dreams,Ivory sandaled,There is none like thee among the dancers,None with swift feet. I have not found thee in the tents,In the broken darkness.I have not found thee at the well-headAmong the women with pitchers. Thine arms are as a young sapling under the bark;Thy face as a river with lights. White as an almond are thy shoulders;As new almonds stripped from the husk. They guard thee not with eunuchs;Not with bars of copper. Gilt turquoise and silver are in the place of thy rest.A brown robe, with threads of gold woven in patterns,hast thou gathered about thee,O Nathat-Ikanaie, “Tree-at-the-river.” As a rillet among the sedge are thy hands upon me;Thy fingers a frosted stream. Thy maidens are white like pebbles;Their music about thee! There is none like thee among the dancers;None with swift feet.