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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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Then I heard the sound of somebody breathing.

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Sylvia Plath·1932–1963
t first I thought it was only myself, and that I was lying in thedark in my hotel room after being poisoned. I held my breath, butthe breathing kept on. A green eye glowed on the bed beside me. It was divided intoquarters like a compass. I reached out slowly and closed my handon it. I lifted it up. With it came an arm, heavy as a dead man’s, butwarm with sleep.