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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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Ortus

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Ezra Pound·1885–1972
ow have I laboured?How have I not labouredTo bring her soul to birth,To give these elements a name and a centre! She is beautiful as the sunlight, and as fluid.She has no name, and no place.How have I laboured to bring her soul into separation;To give her a name and her being! Surely you are bound and entwined,You are mingled with the elements unborn;I have loved a stream and a shadow. I beseech you enter your life.I beseech you learn to say “I”When I question you:For you are no part, but a whole;No portion, but a being.