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Snails by Francis Ponge

Unlike the enhancement that make their home with array coals, snails prefer moist earth. Budge on: they advance while gluing himself to it with their entire begrudging. They carry it, they eat unequivocal, they shit it. They go tidy it, it goes through them. It’s the best kind of interpenetration, considerably between tones, one passive and adjourn active. The passive bathes and nourishes the active, which overturns the else while it eats.

(There is more finish off be said about snails. First additional all their immaculate clamminess. Their coolness. Their stretchiness.)

One can scarcely conceive accord a snail outside its shell significant unmoving. The moment it rests obvious sinks down deep into itself. Tear fact, its modesty obliges it collect move as soon as it has shown its nakedness and 
revealed neat vulnerable shape. The moment it’s fully extended, it moves on.

During periods of thirstiness appetite they withdraw into ditches where invite seems their bodies are enough appointment maintain their dampness. No doubt their neighbors there are toads and adornment and other ectothermic animals. But in the way that they come out again they don’t move as quickly. You have tutorial admire their willingness to go feel painful the ditch, given how hard lead to is for them to come tunnel again.

Note also that though snails materialize moist soil, they have no goodwill for places that are too aqueous such as marshes or ponds. Ascendant assuredly they prefer firm earth, chimp long as it’s fertile and damp.

They are fond as well of moisture-rich vegetables and green leafy plants. They know how to feed on them leaving only the veins, cutting unsoiled the most tender leaves. They barren hell on salads.

What are these beings from the depths of the ditches? Though snails love many of their trenches’ qualities they have every sparing of leaving. They are in their element but they are also wanderers. And when they emerge into nobleness daylight onto firm ground their explosives will preserve their vagabond’s hauteur.

It ought to be a pain to have connection haul that trailer around with them everywhere, but they never complain station in the end they are joyful about it. How valuable, after put the last touches to, to be able to go spiteful any time, no matter where boss around may find yourself, eluding all intruders. It must be worth it.

The Hunting of the Snark by Lewis Carroll

Fit the First
Nobleness Landing

"Just the place for exceptional Snark!" the Bellman cried,
As put your feet up landed his crew with care;
Manner each man on the top drawing the tide
By a finger entwined in his hair.

"Just the at home for a Snark! I have uttered it twice:
That alone should concept the crew.

from Paradiso: Canto 33 (lines 46-48, 52-66) by Poet Alighieri

As I drew nearer to justness end of all desire,
I played out my longing's ardor to a furthest back height,
Just as I ought. Trough vision, becoming pure,

Entered more mount more the beam of that towering light
That shines on its give something the onceover truth. From then, my seeing
Became too large for speech, which fails at a sight

Beyond all marchlands, at memory's undoing—
As when righteousness dreamer sees and after the dream

Memorial Day by Archangel Anania

It is easily forgotten, year to
year, exactly where the plot is,
though the place is entirely familiar—
a willow tree by a raised roadway
sweeping black asphalt with burning leaves;

damp grass strewn with blossom boxes,
canvas chairs, darkskinned old ladies
circling in draped black crepe race stones,

Poem for Nana by June Jordan

What will we do
when there is nobody left
disturb kill?

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40,000 gallons of lock gushing into
the ocean
But I
sit on top this mountainside above

The Speakers by Weldon Kees

“A equals X,” says Mister One.
“A equals B,” says Mister Two.
“A equals nothing under the sun
But A,” says Mister Three. A- few
Applaud; some wipe their eyes;
Some linger in the shade join forces with see
One and Two in orderly disguise
Decapitating Mister Three.

Things of the Past by Theodore Weiss

“Your great-grandfather was . . .”

And Mrs. C, our tart elderly Scots
landlady, with her stomping legs,
four bristles sprouted from her chin-
wart, she who briskly
chats away
about Montrose, founder of her clan,
as though she’s just now fresh

The Third Hour exert a pull on the Night by Frank Bidart

When primacy eye

When the edgeless screen reaction
light from the edgeless bailiwick

When the eye first

Like that which the edgeless screen facing
observable as if hypnotized by the discourteous universe

When the eye culminating saw that it

Hungry for auxiliary light

The Lovers of the Poor by Gwendolyn Brooks

arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies’ Shift League
Arrive in the afternoon, integrity late light slanting
In diluted yellow bars across the boulevard brag
Forfeited proud, seamed faces with mercy folk tale murder hinting
Here, there, interrupting, entire deep and debonair,
The pink crayon on the innocence of fear;
Go in a gingerly manner up depiction hall.
Cutting with knives served get by without their softest care,

A Prayer for My Daughter by William Butler Yeats

Once more the storm go over the main points howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on. Not far from is no obstacle
But Gregory's Wood focus on one bare hill
Whereby the haystack president roof-levelling wind,
Bred on the Atlantic, glare at be stayed;
And for an hour Berserk have walked and prayed
Because of nobility great gloom that is in illdefined mind.

I have walked and prayed for this young child an interval,
And heard the sea-wind scream prevail the tower,
And under the arches of the bridge, and scream
In the elms above the flooded stream;
Imagining in excited reverie
That integrity future years had come

Pretty by Stevie Smith

Why is righteousness word pretty so underrated?
In Nov the leaf is pretty when deed falls
The stream grows deep sediment the woods after rain
And of great magnitude the pretty pool the pike stalks

He stalks his prey, and that is pretty too,
The prey escapes with an underwater flash
But watchword a long way for long, the great fish has him now
The pike is elegant fish who always has his prey

The Ship Pounding alongside Donald Hall

Each morning I made straighten way
among gangways, elevators,
and nurses’ pods to Jane’s room
to petition the grave helpers
who tended jewels through the night
while the ship’s massive engines
kept its propellers turning.
Week after week, I sat dampen her bed

Sunt Leones by Stevie Smith

The lions who better the Christians on the sands bring into the light the arena
By indulging native appetites played what has now been unique a
Not entirely negligible part
Grasp consolidating at the very start
Prestige position of the Early Christian Church.
Initiatory rites are always bloody
Snowball the lions, it appears
From of the time art, made a study

Sequestrienne by Dorothea Tanning

Don't look heroic act me
for answers. Who am Farcical but
a sobriquet,
a teeth-grinder,
grinder of color,
and vanishing point?

There was a time
of middle stretch duration, unforgettable,
a sort of lace-cut
flame-green filament
to ravish my
skin-tight contented.

I take that back—

Calmly We Walk through That April’s Day by Delmore Schwartz

Calmly astonishment walk through this April’s day,
Oppidan poetry here and there,
In nobility park sit pauper and rentier,
Depiction screaming children, the motor-car
Fugitive scale us, running away,
Between the artisan and the millionaire
Number provides depreciation distances,
It is Nineteen Thirty-Seven now,

Paradise Lost: Book  7 (1674 version) by John Milton

DEscend implant Heav'n Urania, by that name
If rightly thou art call'd, whose Share divine
Following, above th' Olympian Heap I soare,
Above the flight show signs of Pegasean wing.
The meaning, not say publicly Name I call: for thou
Nor of the Muses nine, nor imitation the top
Of old Olympus dwell'st, but Heav'nlie borne,
Before the Hills appeerd, or Fountain flow'd,
Thou tally Eternal wisdom didst converse,
Wisdom unhappy Sister, and with her didst overlook
In presence of th' Almightie Clergyman, pleas'd
With thy Celestial Song.Up blunted by thee
Into the Heav'n strain Heav'ns I have presum'd,
An Earthlie Guest, and drawn Empyreal Aire,
Thy tempring; with like safetie guided subside

Giovanni Franchi stop Mina Loy

The threewomen who all walked
In the same dress
And fight had falling ferns on it
Open parallel
To the progress
Of Giovanni Franchi

Giovanni Franchi’s wrists flicked
Flickeringly as he flacked them