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In Praise Of Limestone

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If it form the one landscape that we, the inconstant ones, Are consistently homesick for, this is chiefly Because it dissolves in water. Mark these rounded slopes With their surface…

In Memory of W. B. Yeats

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I He disappeared in the dead of winter: The brooks were frozen, the airports almost deserted, And snow disfigured the public statues; The mercury sank in the mouth of the…

In Memory of Sigmund Freud

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When there are so many we shall have to mourn, when grief has been made so public, and exposed to the critique of a whole epoch the frailty of our…

If I could tell you

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Time will say nothing but I told you so, Time only knows the price we have to pay; If I could tell you I would let you know. If we…

I Have No Gun,But I Can Spit

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Some thirty inches from my nose The frontier of my Person goes, And all the untilled air between Is private pagus or demesne. Stranger, unless with bedroom eyes I beckon…

Hunting Fathers

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Our hunting fathers told the story Of the sadness of the creatures, Pitied the limits and the lack Set in their finished features; Saw in the lion’s intolerant look, Behind…

Horae Canonicae: Terce

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After shaking paws with his dog, (Whose bark would tell the world that he is always kind,) The hangman sets off briskly over the heath; He does not know yet…

Horae Canonicae: Sext

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I You need not see what someone is doing to know if it is his vocation, you have only to watch his eyes: a cook mixing a sauce, a surgeon…

Horae Canonicae: Prime

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Simultaneously, as soundlessly, Spontaneously, suddenly As, at the vaunt of the dawn, the kind Gates of the body fly open To its world beyond, the gates of the mind, The…

Horae Canonicae: Nones

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What we know to be not possible, Though time after time foretold By wild hermits, by shaman and sybil Gibbering in their trances, Or revealed to a child in some…