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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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Now I see it must be one or the other of us.

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Sylvia Plath·1932–1963
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he may be a saint, and I may be ugly and hairy, But she’ll soon find out that that doesn’t matter a bit. I’m collecting my strength; one day I shall manage without her,And she’II perish with emptiness then, and begin to miss me.
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