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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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Crude Lament

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William Carlos Williams·1883–1963·Beat Generation
other of flames,The men that went ahuntingAre asleep in the snow drifts.You have kept the fire burning!Crooked fingers that pullFuel from among the wet leaves,Mother of flamesYou have kept the fire burning!The young wives have fallen asleepWith wet hair, weeping,Mother of flames!The young men raised the heavy spearsAnd are gone prowling in the darkness.O mother of flames,You who have kept the fire burning!Lo, I am helpless!Would God they had taken me with them!