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November 24, 2013
“Gubbinal” by Wallace Stevens
That strange flower, the sun,
Is just what you say.
Have it your way.
The world is ugly,
And the people are sad.
That tuft of jungle feathers,
That animal eye,
Is just what you say.
That savage of fire,
That seed,
Have it your way.
The world is ugly,
And the people are sad.
Posted by gerardvanderleun at November 24, 2013 3:04 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
Your Say
I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s’ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon—O swallow swallow
Le Prince d’Aquitaine à la tour abolie
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo’s mad againe.
Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
Shantih shantih shantih
or
Well, it's 40 below but I don't give a f*ck
got a heater in my truck
and I'm off to the rodeo...
Posted by: JB at November 24, 2013 5:21 AM