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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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William Carlos Williams·1883–1963·Beat Generation
f you had come away with meinto another statewe had been quiet together.But there the sun coming upout of the nothing beyond the lake wastoo low in the sky,there was too great a pushingagainst him,too much of sumac buds, pinkin the headwith the clear gum upon them,too many opening hearts oflilac leaves,too many, too many swollenlimp poplar tassels on thebare branches!It was too strong in the air.I had no rest against thatspringtime!The pounding of the hoofs on theraw sodsstayed with me half through the night.I awoke smiling but tired.