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Friday, February 6, 2004 |
I usually like to think of myself as a cavalier, but then I'd have to be a royalist. And no cavalier could have written this:
So spake our Mother EVE, and ADAM heard
Well pleas'd, but answer'd not; for now too nigh
Th' Archangel stood, and from the other Hill
To thir fixt Station, all in bright array
The Cherubim descended; on the ground
Gliding meteorous, as Ev'ning Mist
Ris'n from a River o're the marish glides,
And gathers ground fast at the Labourers heel
Homeward returning. High in Front advanc't,
The brandisht Sword of God before them blaz'd
Fierce as a Comet; which with torrid heat,
And vapour as the LIBYAN Air adust,
Began to parch that temperate Clime; whereat
In either hand the hastning Angel caught
Our lingring Parents, and to th' Eastern Gate
Let them direct, and down the Cliff as fast
To the subjected Plaine; then disappeer'd.
They looking back, all th' Eastern side beheld
Of Paradise, so late thir happie seat,
Wav'd over by that flaming Brand, the Gate
With dreadful Faces throng'd and fierie Armes:
Som natural tears they drop'd, but wip'd them soon;
The World was all before them, where to choose
Thir place of rest, and Providence thir guide:
They hand in hand with wandring steps and slow,
Through EDEN took thir solitarie way.
10:53:48 PM 
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Poetry is made-up stuff.
10:09:17 PM
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First And Last Time
The thing you're most ashamed of—what was that?
Baby, what kind of question's that right now?
I'm still inside you! Now you're not. Just how
Do you expect to get back in? Chit-chat?
I'll know you first, my sexy technocrat.
You've got a job—that's almost worth a 'wow!'
You wear no ring, and claim you've made no vow—
But tell me or I'll be dressed in seconds flat.
I was a kid, and she was younger—she
Was drunk. I bought the wine. She passed out
In my front seat and I invited friends.
Thank god they had more decency than me.
Or thank your friends. I had to ask. Boy Scout,
You're not. How can we ever make amends?
9:14:09 PM
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This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License.
2006 Michael Snider.
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