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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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IN HARBOR

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William Carlos Williams·1883–1963·Beat Generation
urely there, among the great docks, is peace, my mind;there with the ships moored in the river.Go out, timid child,and snuggle in among the great ships talking so quietly.Maybe you will even fall asleep near them and belifted into one of their laps, and in the morning--There is always the morning in which to remember it all! Of what are they gossiping? God knows.And God knows it matters little for we cannot understand them.Yet it is certainly of the sea, of that there can be no question.It is a quiet sound. Rest! That’s all I care for now.The smell of them will put us to sleep presently.Smell! It is the sea water mingling here into the river--at least so it seems--perhaps it is something else--but what matter? The sea water! It is quiet and smooth here!How slowly they move, little by little tryingthe hawsers that drop and groan with their agony.Yes, it is certainly of the high sea they are talking.