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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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STORM

13 lines
H.D.·1886–1961
ou crash over the trees,you crack the live branch--the branch is white,the green crushed,each leaf is rent like split wood. You burden the treeswith black drops,you swirl and crash--you have broken off a weighted leafin the wind,it is hurled out,whirls up and sinks,a green stone.