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To grasp, like Prometheus, the fire — without
the power to give it away ...
— Betty Adcock At first a silhouette on the horizon, then
turning solid, like Schiller coming up the path to meet
the adorable sisters, and they, pretending not to watch,
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— Betty Adcock At first a silhouette on the horizon, then
turning solid, like Schiller coming up the path to meet
the adorable sisters, and they, pretending not to watch,
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He's gone, and all our plans
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Where the sheep feed
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My hands grown tired, my head weighed down with dreams—
The panoply of war, the martial tred of men,
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Grim-faced, stern-eyed, gazing beyond the ken
Of lesser souls, whose eyes have not seen Death,
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Rain will fall again
on your smooth pavement,
a light rain like
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will flourish again
when you return,
as if beneath your step.
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a light rain like
a breath or a step.
The breeze and the dawn
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These lacustrine cities grew out of loathing
Into something forgetful, although angry with history.
They are the product of an idea: that man is horrible, for instance,
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They emerged until a tower
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Another blue Day:
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Whoever you are holding me now in hand,
Without one thing all will be useless,
I give you fair warning before you attempt me further,
I am not what you supposed, but far different.
Who is he that would become my follower?
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The way is suspicious, the result uncertain, perhaps destructive,
You would have to give up all else, I alone would expect to be your sole and exclusive standard,
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I give you fair warning before you attempt me further,
I am not what you supposed, but far different.
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Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?
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You would have to give up all else, I alone would expect to be your sole and exclusive standard,
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Quito watched as the last stagecoach rolled away,
and at its passing the trees ran past in perfect order,
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at the threshold of the countryside
where cows were slowly chewing silence
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