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Sunday, October 31, 2010
Fame is a Bee by Emily Dickinson
Fame is a bee
BY EMILY DICKINSON
Fame is a bee.
It has a song—
It has a sting—
Ah, too, it has a wing.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Leda and The Swan by William Butler Yeats
A SUDDEN blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?
La Belle Helene
’T is true, ’t is certain; man though dead retains
Part of himself: the immortal mind remains.
The Iliad
Book 23.
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