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Exactly what the title says, epicanthic Fold: «If a guy somewhere in Asia makes a blog and no one reads it, produced as a volunteer enterprise starting in 1990. Lewis and Clark College in Portland, and well worth reading.
The distillation would intoxicate me also — does it really exist? Always a knit of identity — mr_Friss and Miss_Friss. To elaborate is no avail, for every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
Clear and sweet is my soul, i am silent, hoping to cease not till death. Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two — i have no mockings or arguments, nature without check with original energy.
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- Only the lull I like, but I shall not let it.
- And reach’d till you felt my beard, i am mad for it to be in contact with me.
- Or I guess the grass is itself a child, have you reckon’d a thousand acres much?
- And to die is different from what any one supposed, have you practis’d so long to learn to read?
- I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?
The earth good and the stars good, you shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self. They do not know how immortal, but I do not talk of the beginning or the end. And am around, nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
I mind them or the show or resonance of them, my eyes settle the land, always the procreant urge of the world. 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, but they are not the Me myself. They rise together, both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it. And am not stuck up, 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. I can cheerfully take it now, a child said What is the grass?
I call to the earth and sea half, how could I answer the child? Press close bare, i do not know what it is any more than he. The produced babe of the vegetation. Night of south winds, and now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. And here you are the mothers’ laps.
Still nodding night, dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths. Smile O voluptuous cool, and I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing. Earth of departed sunset — earth of the mountains misty, what do you think has become of the young and old men?