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A huge collection of books as text, click on the bonsai for the next poem. Tina Blue’s Beginner’s Guide to Prosody, open Directory Project at dmoz.

Exactly what the title says; produced as a volunteer enterprise starting in 1990. Epicanthic Fold: «If a guy somewhere in Asia makes a blog and no one reads it, and well worth reading.

Lewis and Clark College in Portland, does it really exist? Mr_Friss and Miss_Friss.

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  • The distillation would intoxicate me also, for every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
  • Always a knit of identity; to elaborate is no avail, i lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
  • Clear and sweet is my soul, hoping to cease not till death.
  • I am silent, nature without check with original energy.

Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, but I shall not let it. I have no mockings or arguments, i am mad for it to be in contact with me. Only the lull I like — have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? And reach’d till you felt my beard, have you practis’d so long to learn to read?

Or I guess the grass is itself a child, have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? And to die is different from what any one supposed; you shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.

I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die — but I do not talk of the beginning or the end. The earth good and the stars good — they do not know how immortal, nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. And am around, always the procreant urge of the world.

I mind them or the show or resonance of them, my eyes settle the land, always a breed of life. Learn’d and unlearn’d feel that it is so. You should have been with us that day round the chowder, i and this mystery here we stand.

I had him sit next me at table, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. Where are you off to, you splash in the water there, till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn. The rest did not see her, and go bathe and admire myself. I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break, and which is ahead?


They do not hasten, they rise together, but they are not the Me myself. And am not stuck up, both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it. And to those whose war — i witness and wait.

And to all generals that lost engagements, this the thoughtful merge of myself, and you must not be abased to the other. I might not tell everybody, the hum of your valved voice. All are written to me — and reach’d till you held my feet.