Comments on: got a spare million? http://www.somestrangeideas.com/2004/11/04/got-a-spare-million/ theophile | bibliophile | technophile Sat, 22 Nov 2008 08:15:42 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.2 By: david the un-besmirched http://www.somestrangeideas.com/2004/11/04/got-a-spare-million/#comment-376 david the un-besmirched Sat, 06 Nov 2004 06:13:32 +0000 http://www.subvergence.org/wordpress/?p=104#comment-376 hey now, i thought with a middle name like his that it might help us swallow a little autumn poetry... sheesh golly. Notice: every time a boy or girl says they don't believe in waiter/substitute-teacher/poets one falls down somwhere and dies... hey now, i thought with a middle name like his that it might help us swallow a little autumn poetry… sheesh golly.

Notice: every time a boy or girl says they don’t believe in waiter/substitute-teacher/poets one falls down somwhere and dies…

]]> By: john http://www.somestrangeideas.com/2004/11/04/got-a-spare-million/#comment-371 john Fri, 05 Nov 2004 22:49:23 +0000 http://www.subvergence.org/wordpress/?p=104#comment-371 If ever, Dave, you lived up to the rambler tag, wouldn't it be now? If ever, Dave, you lived up to the rambler tag, wouldn’t it be now?

]]> By: Dean http://www.somestrangeideas.com/2004/11/04/got-a-spare-million/#comment-370 Dean Fri, 05 Nov 2004 22:03:21 +0000 http://www.subvergence.org/wordpress/?p=104#comment-370 Would someone please provide David with a job!?! Would someone please provide David with a job!?!

]]> By: david http://www.somestrangeideas.com/2004/11/04/got-a-spare-million/#comment-369 david Fri, 05 Nov 2004 21:59:02 +0000 http://www.subvergence.org/wordpress/?p=104#comment-369 SUMMER ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies? I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes, Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour; And, éyes, heárt, what looks, what lips yet gave you a Rapturous love’s greeting of realer, of rounder replies? And the azurous hung hills are his world-wielding shoulder Majestic—as a stallion stalwart, very-violet-sweet!— These things, these things were here and but the beholder Wanting; which two when they once meet, The heart rears wings bold and bolder And hurls for him, O half hurls earth for him off under his feet. Gerard Manley Hopkins SUMMER ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise
Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour
Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier
Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies?
I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes,
Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour;
And, éyes, heárt, what looks, what lips yet gave you a
Rapturous love’s greeting of realer, of rounder replies?
And the azurous hung hills are his world-wielding shoulder
Majestic—as a stallion stalwart, very-violet-sweet!—
These things, these things were here and but the beholder
Wanting; which two when they once meet, The heart rears wings bold and bolder
And hurls for him, O half hurls earth for him off under his feet.

Gerard Manley Hopkins

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