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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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Preference

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Ezra Pound·1885–1972
t is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies,But for all that I have seen youon a high, white, noble horse,Like some strange queen in a story. It is odd that you should be covered with long robesand trailing tendrils and flowers;It is odd that you should be changing your faceand resembling some other woman to plague me;It is odd that you should be hiding yourselfIn the cloud of beautiful women who do not concern me. And I, who follow every seed-leaf upon the wind?You will say that I deserve this.