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An Omnibus Philosophy
The State Association ( more after the cut )
had declared a convocation
At a well-located hotel
here upon a certain date.
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The Sons Of Martha
Time for another poem. A recent ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
selenite post reminded me of this, but, although I have read a lot of Kipling, I had not run across this until Lois Bujold mentioned it on the LMB list a while ago. Can't say I buy into the rationale, but it is a comfortable shoe.
( The Sons Of Martha )
Seasonal poem
Rifle deer hunting season around here. We walked on the roads. To stay out of the way of the hunters. In the past, apparently, not all have been so considerate:
Allingham's The Fairy Folk.
Allingham's The Fairy Folk.
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Creature feature
Another poem of timeless significance. With apologies to I don't know whom.
Now the ghostly alttachial wight
Would translocate more swiftly than light.
It, starting by day,
In its relative way,
Had arrived on the previous night.
Not that the original is at all inferior. I have a minor bias against limericks that make use of proper names. But often, I suppose, that use was the intent. Well, my intent differs.
Now the ghostly alttachial wight
Would translocate more swiftly than light.
It, starting by day,
In its relative way,
Had arrived on the previous night.
Not that the original is at all inferior. I have a minor bias against limericks that make use of proper names. But often, I suppose, that use was the intent. Well, my intent differs.
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Poem
A contribution to the wave of poems, from A E Housman's A Shropshire Lad:
From far, from eve and morning
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither: here am I.
Now---for a breath I tarry
Nor yet disperse apart---
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.
Speak now, and I will answer;
How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind's twelve quarters
I take my endless way.