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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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GREAT MULLEN

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William Carlos Williams·1883–1963·Beat Generation
ne leaves his leaves at homebeing a mullen and sends up a lighthouseto peer from: I will have my way,yellow--A mast with a lantern, tenfifty, a hundred, smaller and smalleras they grow more--Liar, liar, liar!You come from her! I can smell djer-kisson your clothes. Ha, ha! you come to me,you--I am a point of dew on a grass-stem.Why are you sending heat down on mefrom your lantern--You are cowdung, adead stick with the bark off. She issquirting on us both. She has had herhand on you!--Well?--She has defiledME.--Your leaves are dull, thickand hairy.--Every hair on my body willhold you off from me. You are adungcake, birdlime on a fencerail.--I love you, straight, yellowfinger of God pointing to--her!Liar, broken weed, duncake, you have--I am a cricket waving his antenaeand you are high, grey and straight. Ha!