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To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
Let the snake wait under
and the writing
be of words, slow and quick, sharp
I weep for Adonais -he is dead!
O, weep for Adonais! though our tears
Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!
And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years
Translated into English in 1859 by Edward FitzGerald
Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Ever let the Fancy roam,
Pleasure never is at home:
At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,
'I will kill you like a snake',
'I will roast you like a chicken',
'I will fry you like a plantain',
So roll, roll, roll your boat when,
Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
just this old guitar and a bottle of booze.
Mother doesn't want a dog.
Mother says they smell,
And never sit when you say sit,
Or even when you yell.
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood!
If our great Mother has imbued my soul
With aught of natural piety to feel
Your love, and recompense the boon with mine;
There was never a sound beside the wood but one,
And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.
What was it it whispered? I knew not well myself;
Perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun,
Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man ! My man !
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan ! Io Pan .
I walk; carry the weight of the sands, dust particles of gold
Beneath, lay the tomb, resurrected in chamber of seven
Headed snake, guarding the abandoned soul of Princess Tamara
From Hanaring, the city of guardian angel
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
If down here I chance to die,
Solemnly I beg you take
All that is left of "I"
To the Hills for old sake's sake,
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks,
and outside a large green bus swerves through traffic like
insanity sprung from a waving line; Turgenev, Turgenev,
says the radio, and Jane Austin, Jane Austin, too.
Sometimes we collide, tectonic plates merging,
continents shoving, crumpling down into the molten
veins of fire deep in the earth and raising
tons of rock into jagged crests of Sierra.
Your eyes are a thorn in my heart
Inflicting pain, yet I cherish that thorn
And shield it from the wind.
I sheathe it in my flesh, I sheathe it, protecting it from night and agony,
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk.
A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith!
We ought to have our Abbey back, you see.
It's different, preaching in basilicas,
Securely sunning in a forest glade,
A mild, well-meaning snake
Approved the adaptations he had made
For safety’s sake.
Dinner at my Grandma's can drive a kid to fits,
The last time she fed me pig poo and olive pits!
This time was even worse; she cooked a big brown snake!
The food was a nightmare, though I was wide awake!
the hand once bitten
may inherit allegorical wisdom
mystic snake charmer plays act flute
music charming or flute motions hypnotizing
I opened up my back door and
This huge snake was all coiled up there.
I went and got my gun in hand.
That snake gave me an ugly stare,
You can find a snake
Just about anywhere
That you look
Now that I am alive again inside because I'm now a Snake Queen for my true Snake King,
Before him I fell into a darkness of pain and agony,
Not knowing that my Snake King was watching over me and was there for me all along,
Now the darkness is gone replace now with it sunny.
She is Snake, always plays in bushes
But her appearance like An Angel
She is snake in grasses
her face is so really looks very shady but her heart is ready to eat anyone who becomes his food in jungles
mister ram got a brand new snake it's a big old snake called diamondhead
he love that snake
and he keep it in his house
that big old snake eat
Does danger dance to flutes played by your breath,
emerge from basket's depths to haunting tunes?
It's superstitious myth that weaving snake
can hypnotize and freezes victim's feet
Genesis Bible Book 1
Adam to Eve to Snake
original blame game
round one Ding! Ding!
I trod down the road because i could not afford a Ford Ranger. The danger of a stranger being the arranger of a rambler is that he finds it a bender trying to explain that Jesus was born in a menger and starts to behave like an avenger instead of seeing things done out of fun by human beings as being sins leading to pins being stuck in their souls. Thats all!
The green snake and the yellow snake!
Seen on a big tree;
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