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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 Condolence

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Ezra Pound·1885–1972
A mis soledades voy,__De mis soledades vengo,__Porque por andar conmigo__Mi bastan mis pensamientos._Lope de Vega. O my fellow sufferers, songs of my youth,A lot of asses praise you because you are “virile,”We, you, I! We are “Red Bloods”!Imagine it, my fellow sufferers--Our maleness lifts us out of the ruck,Who’d have foreseen it? O my fellow sufferers, we went out under the trees,We were in especial bored with male stupidity.We went forth gathering delicate thoughts,Our “_fantastikon_” delighted to serve us.We were not exasperated with women,for the female is ductile. And now you hear what is said to us:We are compared to that sort of personWho wanders about announcing his sexAs if he had just discovered it.Let us leave this matter, my songs,and return to that which concerns us.