Came across this engraved rock the other day and felt so much joy, because I absolutely adore this poem.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods. There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is a society, where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but nature more.
that crashing madrigal of diamond bead
curtain composed from the pediment,
that splash into a shatter christening
sweat to ambrosia, tired to inspired,
that fluid fall of undressing sky, an
undaunted lynx naked and gray.
They complain about their
pedigree, I say, “Good day.”
They say to me, “I shouldn’t’ve
come.” And yet
I’m here all the same.
They talk, and chat, and spew, and pout,
I watch it unfold
in my living room,
through my window,
into the world outside
on the news;
and here it comes to pass
that I agree
yet disagree with what
they always talk of doing,
or what they insinuate
with words unfolding
like arrest warrants
and clams breaking
from tiny aquatic walls—
steamed bodies out
from their death beds.
I say, “Add it with the rest,
Finish the soup, and stir,
THIS IS A LIVESTREAM OF WHAT IS CURRENTLY HAPPENING IN FERGUSON. THE POLICE GAVE THE CROWD THREE FINAL WARNINGS TO TURN OFF THEIR CAMERAS. THE POLICE HAVE UNLEASHED TEAR GAS ON THE CROWD, RUBBER BULLETS, EAR-PIERCING NOISES, ETC. THE CROWD IS RUNNING. PLEASE SHARE THIS LINK EVERYWHERE
There is this website called Thrift Books and I just got $66.90 worth of books for $19.93 (five books). Shipping was free. You’re welcome.
Yes! I just bought $82 worth of books for $17.85!