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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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September I

6 lines
Sylvia Plath·1932–1963
9) Here follows my first sonnet, written during the hours of 9 to z a.m. on aSaturday night, when in pregnant delight I conceived my baby. Luxuriating inthe feel and music of the words, I chose and rechose, singling out the color, theassonance and dissonance and musical effects I wished - lulling myself bysupple "1"'s and bland long "a's" and "o's." God, I am happy - It's the first thingI've written for a year that has tasted wholly good to my eyes, ears and intellect.