Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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#91
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"The spider Love, which transubstantiates all,
And can convert manna to gall" Love this line.
Another favorite poem of mine, only one I really like of Wordsworth:
A sluber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seem'd a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Roll'd round in earth's diurnal course
With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 05-14-2011, 05:01 PM
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