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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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Un air d'hydrocéphale asperge.

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Ezra Pound·1885–1972
he tyro can not play about with such things. Verbalism demands a setform used with irreproachable skill. Satire needs, usually, the form ofcutting rhymes to drive it home. Chautauquas, Mrs. Eddy, Dr. Dowies, Comstocks, Societies for thePrevention of All Human Activities, are impossible in the wake ofLaforgue. And he is therefore an exquisite poet, a deliverer of thenations, a Numa Pompilius, a father of light. And to many people thismystery, the mystery why such force should reside in so fragile a book,why such power should coincide with so great a nonchalance of manner,will remain forever a mystery. Que loin l'âme typeQui m'a dit adieuParce que mes yeuxManquaient de principes! Elle, en ce moment.Elle, si pain tendre,Oh! peut-être engendreQuelque garnement. Car on l'a unieAvec un monsieur,Ce qu'il y a de mieux,Mais pauvre en génie. Laforgue is incontrovertible. The "strong silent man" of the kinema hasnot monopolized all the certitudes.