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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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Portrait of a Lady

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William Carlos Williams·1883–1963·Beat Generation
our thighs are appletreeswhose blossoms touch the sky.Which sky? The skywhere Watteau hung a lady'sslipper. Your kneesare a southern breeze--ora gust of snow. Agh! whatsort of man was Fragonard?--as if that answeredanything. Ah, yes--belowthe knees, since the tunedrops that way, it isone of those white summer days,the tall grass of your anklesflickers upon the shore--Which shore?--the sand clings to my lips--Which shore?Agh, petals maybe. Howshould I know?Which shore? Which shore?I said petals from an appletree.