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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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The City of Choan

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Ezra Pound·1885–1972
he phoenix are at play on their terrace.The phoenix are gone, the river flows on alone.Flowers and grassCover over the dark pathwhere lay the dynastic house of the Go.The bright cloths and bright caps of ShinAre now the base of old hills. The Three Mountains fall through the far heaven,The isle of White Heronsplits the two streams apart.Now the high clouds cover the sunAnd I can not see Choan afarAnd I am sad.