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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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noun

One who, or that which, accelerates.

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Ladies

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Ezra Pound·1885–1972
Agathas_ Four and forty lovers had Agathas in the old days,All of whom she refused;And now she turns to me seeking love,And her hair also is turning. _Young Lady_ I have fed your lar with poppies,I have adored you for three full years;And now you grumble because your dress does not fitAnd because I happen to say so. _Lesbia Illa_ Memnon, Memnon, that ladyWho used to walk about amongst usWith such gracious uncertainty,Is now weddedTo a British householder._Lugete, Veneres! Lugete, Cupidinesque!_ _Passing_ Flawless as Aphrodite,Thoroughly beautiful,Brainless,The faint odour of your patchouli,Faint, almost, as the lines of cruelty about your chin,Assails me, and concerns me almost as little.