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Goodbye November
“The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;And, if the sun looks through, ’tis with a faceBeamless and pale and round, as if the moon,When done the journey of her nightly race,Had found him sleeping, and supplied his place…” John Clare, ‘The Shepherd’s… Continue Reading “Goodbye November”
Missing the Mix
“I AM the people–the mob–the crowd–the mass.Do you know that all the great work of the world isdone through me?I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of theworld’s food and clothes.I am the audience that witnesses history…” The Mob ~ Carl Sandburg I’m… Continue Reading “Missing the Mix”
To the Poet before Battle
“Now, youth, the hour of thy dread passion comes;Thy lovely things must all be laid away;And thou, as others, must face the riven dayUnstirred by rattle of the rolling drums,Or bugles’ strident cry. When mere noise numbsThe sense of being, the sick soul doth… Continue Reading “To the Poet before Battle”
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