The very serpents bite their tails; the bees forget to sting, For a language so celestial setteth up a wondering. And the touch of absent mindedness is more than any line, Since direction counts for nothing when the gods set up a sign.
Nathalia Crane
You cannot choose your battlefield, God does that for you; But you can plant a standardWhere a standard never flew.(From )
war battle
The rose has toldIn one simplicityThat never lifeRelinquishes a bloomBut to bestowAn ancient confidence.
life confidence letting-go bloom roses
The rose has told In one simplicity. That never life Relinquishes a bloom But to bestow An ancient confidence.
life simplicity
Once a pallid Vestal Doubted truth in blue; Listed red in ruin, Harried every hue; Barricaded vision, Garbed herself in sighs; Ridiculed the birthmarks Of the butterflies.
vision ruins truth
Finally she faltered; Saw at last, forsooth, Every gaudy color Is a bit of truth. Then the gates were opened; Miracles were seen; That instructed damsel Donned a gown of green; Wore it in a churchyard, All arrayed with care; And a painted rainbow Shone above her there.
miracles truth
Let go the lure The striving to unmake; Behold the truth Whenever heart may ache There is a glory In a great mistake.
mistakes glory truth
Great is the rose Infected by the tomb, Yet burgeoning Indifferent to death.
death
The sun shall shine in ages yet to be, The musing moon illumine pastures dim, And afterwards a new nativity For all who slept the dreamless interim.
age
Oh I'm in love with the janitor's boy, And the janitor's boy loves me; He's going to hunt for a desert isle In our geography.
geography
language
The starry brocade of the summer night Is linked to us as part of our estate; And every bee that wings its sidelong flight Assurance of a sweeter, fairer fate.
fate
Great is the rose That challenges the crypt, And quotes milleniums Against the grave.
challenge
A single-motored miracle, a lead mine on each flank; Below a shadow swept and awed the hundred-fathom bank.
miracles
He found the harem filled with rocking maids Surrendered to the orgies of the sob.
maid
He'll carry me off, I know that he will, For his hair is exceedingly red; And the only thing that occurs to me Is to dutifully shiver in bed.
beds
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