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    Anxious Poo~Song

    3 Cheers for Pooh!
    (For Who?)
    For Pooh
    (Why what did he do?)
    I thought you knew;
    He saved his friend from a wetting!
    3 Cheers for Bear!
    (For where?)
    For Bear
    He couldn't swim,
    But he rescued him!

    (He rescued who?)
    Oh, listen, do!
    I am talking of Pooh-
    (Of who?)
    Of Pooh!
    (I'm sorry I keep forgetting.)
    (Just say it again!)
    Of enormous brain-
    (Of enormous what?)
    Well, he ate a lot,
    And I don't know if he could swim or not,
    But he managed to float
    On a sort of boat
    On a sort of what?)
    well, a sort of pot-
    So now let's give him three hearty cheers
    (So now let's give him three hearty whiehes?)
    And hope he'll be with us for years and years,
    And grow in health and wisdom and riches!
    3 Cheers for Pooh!
    (For who?)
    For Pooh-
    3 Cheers for Bear!
    (For where?)
    For Bear-
    3 Cheers for the wonderful Winnie-the-Pooh!
    (just tell me, Somebody-WHAT DID HE DO?)

    A.A. Milne
    "My comrades and my beloved, upon your way you shall meet men with hoofs; give them your wings. And men with horns; give them wreaths of laurel. And men with claws; give them petals for fingers. And men with forked tongues; give them honey words." --Kahlil Gibran, The Garden of The Prophet

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    I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
    BY William Wordsworth

    I wandered lonely as a cloud
    That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
    When all at once I saw a crowd,
    A host, of golden daffodils;
    Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
    Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

    Continuous as the stars that shine
    And twinkle on the milky way,
    They stretched in never-ending line
    Along the margin of a bay:
    Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
    Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

    The waves beside them danced; but they
    Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
    A poet could not but be gay,
    In such a jocund company:
    I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
    What wealth the show to me had brought:

    For oft, when on my couch I lie
    In vacant or in pensive mood,
    They flash upon that inward eye
    Which is the bliss of solitude;
    And then my heart with pleasure fills,
    And dances with the daffodils.
    "Note that the word “mute” (from Latin mutus and Greek μύειν) is regarded by linguists as an onomatopoeic formation referring not to silence but to a certain fundamental opacity of human being, which likes to show the truth by allowing it to be seen hiding."
    - Anne Carson
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    People need Connectors
    Writers, heroes, stars, leaders
    To give life form.
    A child's sand boat facing
    the sun.
    Plastic soldiers in the miniature
    dirt war. Forts.
    Garage Rocket Ships

    Ceremonies, theatre, dances
    To reassert Tribal needs & memories
    a call to worship, uniting
    above all, a reversion,
    a longing for family & the
    safety magic of childhood
    The grand highway

    Now is blessed
    The rest

    A man rakes leaves into
    a heap in his pard, a plie,
    & leans on his rake &
    burns them utterly.
    The fragrance fills the forest
    children pause & heed the
    smell, which will become
    nostalgia in several years
    Rain & Thunder
    Jet from the base
    Hot searing insect cry
    The frogs & crickets
    Doors open & close
    The smash of glass
    The Soft Parade
    An accident
    Rustle of silk, nylon
    Watering the dry grass
    Rattlesnake, whistles, castanets
    Lawn mower
    Good Humor man
    Skates & wagons
    Where'd you learn about
    Satan-out of a book
    Love?-out of a box

    Jim Morrison
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    After Apple-Picking by Robert Frost

    My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
    Toward heaven still,
    And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
    Beside it, and there may be two or three
    Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
    But I am done with apple-picking now.
    Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
    The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
    I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
    I got from looking through a pane of glass
    I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
    And held against the world of hoary grass.
    It melted, and I let it fall and break.
    But I was well
    Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
    And I could tell
    What form my dreaming was about to take.
    Magnified apples appear and disappear,
    Stem end and blossom end,
    And every fleck of russet showing clear.
    My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
    It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
    I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
    And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
    The rumbling sound
    Of load on load of apples coming in.
    For I have had too much
    Of apple-picking: I am overtired
    Of the great harvest I myself desired.
    There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
    Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
    For all
    That struck the earth,
    No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,
    Went surely to the cider-apple heap
    As of no worth.
    One can see what will trouble
    This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
    Were he not gone,
    The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
    Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
    Or just some human sleep.
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    "Night, street and streetlight, drugstore..." By Alexander Blok

    Night, street and streetlight, drugstore,

    The purposeless, half-dim, drab light.

    For all the use live on a quarter century –

    Nothing will change. There’s no way out.

    You’ll die – and start all over, live twice,

    Everything repeats itself, just as it was:

    Night, the canal’s rippled icy surface,

    The drugstore, the street, and streetlight.

    10 October 1912
    "Note that the word “mute” (from Latin mutus and Greek μύειν) is regarded by linguists as an onomatopoeic formation referring not to silence but to a certain fundamental opacity of human being, which likes to show the truth by allowing it to be seen hiding."
    - Anne Carson
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    by Arthur Stringer

    From hill to hill he harried me;
    He stalked me day and night;
    He neither knew nor hated me;
    Nor his nor mine the fight.

    He killed the man who stood by me,
    For such they made his law;
    Then foot by foot I fought to him,
    Who neither knew nor saw.

    I trained my rifle on his heart;
    He leapt up in the air.
    The screaming ball tore through his breast,
    And lay embedded there.

    Lay hot embedded there, and yet
    Hissed home o'er hill and sea
    Straight to the aching heart of one
    Who'd wronged not mine nor me.

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    It was
    a sunny smile

    and little
    it cost
    in the giving

    But like
    morning light
    it scattered
    the night

    and made
    the day worth Living.

    Scott F. Fitzgerald
    I have great faith in fools. My friends call it self-confidence.
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    I love shel silverstein since I am like 4. Apparently I used to laugh hysterically every time I was read the boa constrictor poem.

    Oh, I'm being eaten
    By a boa constrictor,
    A boa constrictor,
    A boa constrictor,
    I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor,
    And I don't like it--one bit.
    Well, what do you know?
    It's nibblin' my toe.
    Oh, gee,
    It's up to my knee.
    Oh my,
    It's up to my thigh.
    Oh, fiddle,
    It's up to my middle.
    Oh, heck,
    It's up to my neck.
    Oh, dread,
    It's upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .
    But I think this is my favorite- along with caged bird(mmm very close)- right now.


    If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too:
    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
    Or being hated don't give way to hating,
    And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

    If you can dream — and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim,
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same:.
    If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
    And never breathe a word about your loss:
    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings — nor lose the common touch,
    If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much:
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
    And which is more: you'll be a Man, my son!

    -Rudyard Kipling
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    Sonnet XLIV by Pablo Neruda

    You must know that I do not love and that I love you,
    because everything alive has its two sides;
    a word is one wing of the silence,
    fire has its cold half.

    I love you in order to begin to love you,
    to start infinity again
    and never to stop loving you:
    that's why I do not love you yet.

    I love you, and I do not love you, as if I held
    keys in my hand: to a future of joy-
    a wretched, muddled fate-

    My love has two lives, in order to love you:
    that's why I love you when I do not love you,
    and also why I love you when I do.

    Sonnet LXXV by Pablo Neruda

    Here are the house, the sea, the flag.
    We wander past other long fences.
    We couldn't find the gate, nor the sound
    of our absence - as if dead.

    At last the house opens its silence,
    we enter, step over abandoned stuff,
    dead rats, empty farewells,
    the water that wept in the pipes.

    It wept, the house - wept, day and night;
    it whimpered with the spiders, ajar,
    it fell apart, with its darkened eyes-

    and now, abruptly, we return it to life,
    we settle in, and it does not recognize us:
    it has to bloom and has forgotten how.
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    I should read more of Emily Dickinson's poetry.


    The brain is wider than the sky,
    For, put them side by side,
    The one the other will include
    With ease, and you beside.

    The brain is deeper than the sea,
    For, hold them, blue to blue,
    The one the other will absorb,
    As sponges, buckets do.

    The brain is just the weight of God,
    For, lift them, pound for pound,
    And they will differ, if they do,
    As syllable from sound.

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