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Classic poem of the day
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The Eagle soars in the summit of Heaven,
The Hunter with his dogs pursues his circuit.
O perpetual revolution of configured stars,
O perpetual recurrence of determined seasons,
O world of spring and autumn, birth and dying!
The endless cycle of idea and action,
Endless invention, endless experiment,
Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness;
Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;
Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word.
All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance,
All our ignorance brings us nearer to death,
But nearness to death no nearer to God .
Where is the Life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
The cycles of Heaven in twenty centuries
Bring us farther from God and nearer to the Dust.
I journeyed to London, to the timekept City,
Where the...
member poem of the day
gossamer flames
lace the oak
church pew
cracking varnish
not yet worn off
by a thousand pious
asses stretching time
my neighbor worships
football as I worship
flame
little suns
on earth
warm
my heart
my knuckles
crack over
the ashes
of archaim
tracing portraits:
children yet
to be born
stars long
since expired
crude cartoons
lit by flares
exhaust
pipe torches
burning the last
oil
no longer
necessary
there’s so much
of society left
to burn –
this global warming
will leave no one
in the cold
First published in On The Verge - http://otvmagazine.com/2016/02/01/global-warming-initiative-2016/
