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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.
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Let us not talk philosophy, drop it, Jeanne.
So many words, so much paper, who can stand it.
I told you the truth about my distancing myself.
I've stopped worrying about my misshapen life.
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Of asphodel, that greeny flower,
like a buttercup
upon its branching stem-
save that it's green and wooden-
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Fit the First
THE LANDING
'Just the place for a Snark!' the Bellman cried,
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Dürer would have seen a reason for living
in a town like this, with eight stranded whales
to look at; with the sweet sea air coming into your house
on a fine day, from water etched
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Bananas ripe and green, and ginger-root,
Cocoa in pods and alligator pears,
And tangerines and mangoes and grape fruit,
Fit for the highest prize at parish fairs,
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The fat lady came out first,
tearing out roots and moistening drumskins.
The fat lady
who turns dying octopuses inside out.
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'These Tourists, heaven preserve us! needs must live
A profitable life: some glance along,
Rapid and gay, as if the earth were air,
And they were butterflies to wheel about
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They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains
the hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most urgent.
All the whales in the wider deeps, hot are they, as they urge
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The Bellman's Speech
The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies--
Such a carriage, such ease and such grace!
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Oh, it's dreadful to think in a country like this
With its chances for work - and enjoyment
That a man like McGuinness was certain to miss
Whenever he tried for employment.
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To go home and wear shorts forever
in the enormous paddocks, in that warm climate,
adding a sweater when winter soaks the grass,
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Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,
An', taught by time, I tak' it so -- exceptin' always Steam.
From coupler-flange to spindle-guide I see Thy Hand, O God --
Predestination in the stride o' yon connectin'-rod.
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Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,
An', taught by time, I tak' it so -- exceptin' always Steam.
From coupler-flange to spindle-guide I see Thy Hand, O God --
Predestination in the stride o' yon connectin'-rod.
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'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor
With a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead?
She 'as ships on the foam -- she 'as millions at 'ome,
An' she pays us poor beggars in red.
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An idle rhyme of the summer time,
Sweet, and solemn, and tender;
Fair with the haze of the moon's pale rays,
Bright with the sunset's splendour.
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From the metal poppy
this good blast of trance
arriving as shock, private cloudburst blazing down,
worst in a boarding-house greased tub, or a barrack with competitions,
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The Teen Flower Arranger
Decades ago I arranged flowers
not as my profession,
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While now the Pole Star sinks from sight
The Southern Cross it climbs the sky;
But losing thee, my love, my light,
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NEAR to the bank of the river, o'ershadowed by oaks, from whose branches
Garlands of Spanish moss and of mystic mistletoe flaunted,
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Warm smile of the tropics
Bursts a light from out of
Unspoilt innocence.
In love with paradise
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The flickering, dreamy firelight, does a sultry dance,
Upon the walls of cozy evening, at autumn's arrival.
The fading sun left its memory, the crackling flames;
And bluebird sings sunshine in lush, scented tropics.
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Just Like Any Other Day In The Tropics, On 31 - December, The Sun Rises From The East And Sets In The West.
And For The Arctics, Snow Continues To Fall; Flake On To Flake, Piling Into Ice Blocks, Irrespective Of The End Of Year Tension In People's Minds.
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Today's View
today's view is full of emerald green,
you know about that belt of emerald
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The cracking of the eggs have set in motion the meandering processes of delectable genesis, with their orange eyes filled with fiery embers of colour. However they are to be joined by an enveloping slew of sugar, as tasteful as the fruits from an edenic enclave in the jewels of the pacific. Then the rest of the ingredients trample in. Flour, baking powder and a sultry drizzle of butter, melted like dropped ice cream on warm summer concrete. Given a stir and a dollop of vanilla, with it's delicate notes of the tropics, and the emulsion disappears into the oven. Now comes the waiting game.
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After-life beliefs exude the fact
The tropics are isled everywhere;
In every heart. Fruits hung for them
Brightest, best; as palatable fare.
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The fastest on natural wings of the southern sky
On pursuit of flying insects how fast they do fly
Above cities and towns and the countryside
The dark and brown welcome swallows travel far and wide
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if you try to fit in somewhere
and it tires you out
someone asks his table-companions:
what is transcendental and you look at everything
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Behind the gray clouds the sun hidden away
The rain drizzling down on Duhallow today
On a silver birch tree a silver backed crow
Is cawing in a field near where the Araglen flow
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