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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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TO A STEAM ROLLER

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Marianne Moore·1887–1972
he illustrationis nothing to you without the application.You lack half wit. You crush all the particles downinto close conformity, and then walk back and forth on them. Sparkling chips of rockare crushed down to the level of the parent block.Were not “impersonal judgment in æstheticmatters, a metaphysical impossibility,” you might fairly achieveit. As for butterflies, I can hardly conceiveof one’s attending upon you, but to questionthe congruence of the complement is vain, if it exists.