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06/24/09(Wed)08:45 No.3969736>>3969715 As
I ebb'd with the ocean of life,As I wended the shores I know,As I
walk'd where the ripples continually wash you Paumanok,Where they
rustle up hoarse and sibilant,Where the fierce old mother endlessly
cries for her castaways,I musing late in the autumn day, gazing off
southward,Held by this electric self out of the pride of which I utter
poems,Was seiz'd by the spirit that trails in the lines underfoot,The
rim, the sediment that stands for all the water and all the land of the
globe.
I must admit I cannot grasp the complexities of your language human...but I see beauty in your peoples words. |