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My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
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For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
Beautiful Purcell songs and Them 's Sonny boy Williamson is an old name new to me, sounds good, so now I know what to ask for Christmas. My therapist Dr. Benzeen restored the missing LINKS and advised me to take a weekend subscription and right she was!
A songline from the recent past I like a lot:
He deals the cards as a meditation
the ones he plays with never suspect
he does not play for the money he wins
he don't play it for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
the sacred geometry of chance
the hidden law of a probable outcome
the numbers lead the dance
From:" The Shape of my Heart " by Sting
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I saw the sad, shy horses walking home in the sodium light,
two priests and a farrier, October geese and a cold winter's night.
The River Flows
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I will hear that play;
For never anything can be amiss,
When simpleness and duty tender it.
A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act V, scene i
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'Tis better to be silent and thought a fool,
than to speak and remove all doubt" - Mark Twain
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'Talking of patriotism, what humbug it is; it is a word which always commemorates a robbery. There isn't a foot of land in the world which doesn't represent the ousting and re-ousting of a long line of succesive owners.' - Mark Twain
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The Dish of Fruit
The table describes
nothing: four legs, by which
it becomes a table. Four lines
by which it becomes a quatrain,
the poem that lifts the dish
of fruit , if we say it is like
a table - how will it describe
the contents of a poem?
William Carlos Williams 1883-1963
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"Pauca sed matura," Carl Friedrich Gauss.
("Few, but ripe.")
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And here, again from Willie Yeats, is the most powerful, frightening, (prophetic?) image in all Christendom...
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
_______________________________________W.B.Yeats - The Second Coming
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