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The Eagle And The Mole Post by :Schlomo Category :Poems Author :Elinor Wylie Date :December 2010 Read :4170

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The Eagle And The Mole

Avoid the reeking herd,
Shun the polluted flock,
Live like that stoic bird,
The eagle of the rock.

The huddled warmth of crowds
Begets and fosters hate;
He keeps, above the clouds,
His cliff inviolate.

When flocks are folded warm,
And herds to shelter run,
He sails above the storm,
He stares into the sun.

If in the eagle's track
Your sinews cannot leap,
Avoid the lathered pack,
Turn from the steaming sheep.

If you would keep your soul
From spotted sight or sound,
Live like the velvet mole;
Go burrow underground.

And there hold intercourse
With roots of trees and stones,
With rivers at their source,
And disembodied bones.

(The end)
Elinor Wylie's poem: Eagle And The Mole

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Better to see your cheek grown hollow,Better to see your temple worn,Than to forget to follow, follow,After the sound of a silver horn.Better to bind your brow with willowAnd follow, follow until you die,Than to sleep with your head on a golden pillow,Nor lift it up when the hunt goes by.Better to see your cheek grown sallowAnd your hair grown gray, so soon, so soon,Than to forget to hallo, hallo,After the milk-white hounds of the moon.(The end)Elinor Wylie's poem: Madman's Song

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Drifting through vacant spaces vast of sleep,One overtook me like a flying starAnd whirled me onward in his glistering car.From shade to shade the winged steeds did leap,And clomb the midnight like a mountain-steep;Till that vague world where men and women are,Ev'n as a rushlight down the gulfs afar,Paled and went out, upswallowed of the deep.Then I to that ethereal charioteer:"O whither through the vastness are we bound?O bear me back to yonder blinded sphere!"Therewith I heard the ends of night resound;And, wakened by ten thousand echoes, foundThat far-off planet lying all-too near.(The end)William Watson's poem: Skyfaring