Phoebe and her brother and sisters loved to play, like capricious wind;
And many robust children lived nearby, like green nature, an old friend.
The Clarks lived in town, like turquoise neptune, in caramel sun orbit;
And also relied upon retiring early, to enable early rising. Dewy carpets!
Father worked daily in the factory, while Mother was a proficient artist,
Who created magic, colorful abstracts; like darkest nights of stardust!
Flawed, russet sky wept freely all night, to the dismay of fallen flowers;
......
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon,
With the old Moon in her arms ;
And I fear, I fear, My Master dear !
We shall have a deadly storm.
Ballad of Sir Patrick Spence
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I
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I WALK through the long schoolroom questioning;
A kind old nun in a white hood replies;
The children learn to cipher and to sing,
To study reading-books and histories,
To cut and sew, be neat in everything
In the best modern way -- the children's eyes
In momentary wonder stare upon
A sixty-year-old smiling public man.
I dream of a Ledaean body, bent
Above a sinking fire. a tale that she
......
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,
Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,
And after many a summer dies the swan.
Me only cruel immortality
Consumes; I wither slowly in thine arms,
Here at the quiet limit of the world,
A white-hair'd shadow roaming like a dream
The ever-silent spaces of the East,
Far-folded mists, and gleaming halls of morn.
......
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.
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Wanneer die lig begin wyk,
en die horison asemhaal
in skakerings van goud en roes,
staan ek stil.
Daar is geen haas meer nie,
geen stem wat roep,
net die aarde wat stadig
sy oë sluit.
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Chaos color blast
blue sun is traveling fast
past a blood red moon.
Creatures scurry for cover
on the dark side of summer.
Red tailed comets streak
Paisley colors growing weak,
Midst music, dance, laughs!
Night has destroyed amber day;
......
The sky offers no warning-
only silence,
the the slow descent of cold drops.and break.
They land without mercy,
one after another,
reminding me
that even the clouds grow heavy
and break.
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Die lug is sag,
voëls dans tussen die takke.
'n Fyn waas van groen lê oor die velde,
en die lig begin in warmte dink.
Knope bars stil oop,
die aarde haal diep asem.
In die strome fluister beweging,
asof die winter nooit gepraat het nie.
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De lucht is zacht,
vogels dansen tussen de takken.
Een zachte waas van groen
legt zich over de velden,
en het licht begint in warmte te denken.
Knoppen barsten geruisloos open,
de aarde haalt diep adem.
In de beken fluistert beweging,
alsof de winter nooit had gesproken.
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