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ARGO
Feb 5, 2009 18:28:57 GMT -5
Post by scriptamanent on Feb 5, 2009 18:28:57 GMT -5
What can follow the trail I leave and not sink? Sappho and Emily watch me in my darkness, With eyes too late to cry and lips too dry to smile. For all the Ways and Arts that lie within I've silenced the voices of my blind crew. Not everybody cogitates the dullness Of my crossword's ergo sum; Life's secret Scurrying horizontally like a mouse Chased by the vertical clue of a dead cat. But even in Time's paradoxical stomach Where all the consumed cosmic particles Blend with the elements and their proportions, There is always an End dodging Perpetuation, And for this reason it sails, and you should not In your despair, let it anchor near Love.
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ARGO
Feb 13, 2009 17:04:43 GMT -5
Post by Ross McCague on Feb 13, 2009 17:04:43 GMT -5
Because of your concern with the Last Judgement and last judgements, I misread the first line as saying 'trial' rather than 'trail'? Are you sure that's not the word to set off this magnificent poem, Ms. Mediterranean.
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ARGO
Feb 28, 2009 20:16:03 GMT -5
Post by scriptamanent on Feb 28, 2009 20:16:03 GMT -5
Hi Ross, Yes, we've talked about it and thanks for your other comments!
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