Dog goD 8Hate
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My Emily Dickson Encomium
SiR: the context is in the tone...
this train has that... a big... mEATy... ENGINE...
a 'fierce-throated beauty! ' and that can pull through
mordant trials, up tracks that contend sacred cast, and
with a string o' cars n' coaches, myriad in nature.
i like to see it lap the miles
and lick the valleys up
and stop to feed itself at tanks,
and then - prodigious - step
around a pile of mountains,
and supercilious peer
in shanties, by the sides of roads.
And then, a quarry pare
to fit its ribs
and crawl between
complaining all the ...
'hey? ' Hey, the plug of a nickel
wood (would) excell prosaic
moneys to extents beyond a
copper penny made of would too.
Tears without 'still love you' cry dry
Pheonix has kleenex
wipe your 'hey' away...wipe your eye!