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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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One who, or that which, accelerates.

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An After Song

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William Carlos Williams·1883–1963·Beat Generation
o art thou broken in upon me, Apollo,Through a splendour of purple garments--Held by the yellow-haired ClymeneTo clothe the white of thy shoulders--Bare from the day's leaping of horses.This is strange to me, here in the modern twilight.