Today’s Forecast: Rain. More Rain.

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How lonely it is:A winter world full of rain,Rain raining on rain.—  Richard Wright, from “Haiku: The Last Poems of an American Icon
Photo: DK. Daybreak. October 30, 2020. 6:37 am. Today’s Forecast: Rain. And more rain. 40° F, feels like 31 ° F. Wind Gusts up to 33 mph. Cove Island...

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Colinton Tunnel in Edinburgh, Scotland

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    <img alt="Colinton Tunnel" data-width="4608" data-height="3456" width="300" height="200" src="https://assets.atlasobscura.com/media/W1siZiIsInVwbG9hZHMvcGxhY2VfaW1hZ2VzL2Q3MGQ1NTBkLTkzN2MtNDZmOS1iMzNlLTQ0NzQ2YjNlYmI5M2NmNmJjYjMwYmU2NDVmYmQzN19WRVJTRSBYLmpwZyJdLFsicCIsImNvbnZlcnQiLCItYXV0by1vcmllbnQgIl0sWyJwIiwidGh1bWIiLCI0MzU3eDI5MDUrMCswIl0sWyJwIiwiY29udmVydCIsIi1xdWFsaXR5IDgxIC1hdXRvLW9yaWVudCJdLFsicCIsInRodW1iIiwiMzAweDIwMCMiXV0/VERSE%20X.jpg" /></p> <p>Back in the heyday of the locomotive train, the city of <a class="destination-link place-destination-link" title="Things to do in Edinburgh, Scotland" href="https://www.atlasobscura.com/things-to-do/edinburgh-scotland" data-destination-link-kind="place" data-geo-id="256" data-title="Edinburgh, Scotland" data-slug="edinburgh-scotland">Edinburgh</a> was served by a network of railway lines. This commuter pastime continued for several decades. The advent of the automobile caused a massive decline in rail travel starting in the 1920s. Miles of tracks would lie dormant for...

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Lightly Child, Lightly

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Life should carry more meaning than the facts would bear. Which facts were these: we occupied a tiny corner of the universe, minor planet orbiting a minor star, in an even tinier corner of cosmological time. Still we wanted all of it, the sun and the moon and the firmament that held them, to be abo...

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Feces withe A Face: A Virtual Poem for #clmooc #poetryport

Shit.
A promised made
to keep the poems
more physical
to find Pinksy’s history in
everything.
Meaning in the mundane
now tasked to describe virtually
I wonder
where is the
the line?
Asked since 1959
Do we taste and feel
in our online spaces?
The faces
Real?

Then I remember poop is virtual too!
What does it mean for poetry
When our feces has faces?

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Excelsior by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Poetry Foundation

Excelsior

The shades of night were falling fast,
As through an Alpine village passed
A youth, who bore, ‘mid snow and ice,
A banner with the strange device,
      Excelsior!
His brow was sad; his eye beneath,
Flashed like a falchion from its sheath,
And like a silver clarion rung
The accents of that unknown tongue,
      Excelsior!
In happy homes he saw the light
Of household fires gleam warm and bright;
Above, the spectral glaciers shone,
And from his lips escaped a groan,
      Excelsior!
“Try not the Pass!” the old man said;
“Dark lowers the tempest overhead,
The roaring torrent is deep and wide!”
And loud that clarion voice replied,
      Excelsior!
“Oh stay,” the maiden said, “and rest
Thy weary head upon this breast! “
A tear stood in his bright blue eye,
But still he answered, with a sigh,
      Excelsior!
“Beware the pine-tree’s withered branch!
Beware the awful avalanche!”
This was the peasant’s last Good-night,
A voice replied, far up the height,
      Excelsior!
At break of day, as heavenward
The pious monks of Saint Bernard
Uttered the oft-repeated prayer,
A voice cried through the startled air,
      Excelsior!
A traveller, by the faithful hound,
Half-buried in the snow was found,
Still grasping in his hand of ice
That banner with the strange device,
      Excelsior!
There in the twilight cold and gray,
Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay,
And from the sky, serene and far,
A voice fell like a falling star,
      Excelsior!

Source: Excelsior by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Poetry Foundation

El Dorado by Edgar Allan Poe – Poems | Academy of American Poets

El Dorado

Edgar Allan Poe – 1809-1849
   Gaily bedight,
   A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
   Had journeyed long,
     Singing a song,
  In search of Eldorado.

   But he grew old,
   This knight so bold,
And o’er his heart a shadow
   Fell as he found
   No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

   And, as his strength
   Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow;
   “Shadow,” said he,
   “Where can it be,
This land of Eldorado?”

   “Over the mountains
   Of the moon,
Down the valley of the shadow,
   Ride, boldly ride,”
   The shade replied,–
“If you seek for Eldorado!”

Source: El Dorado by Edgar Allan Poe – Poems | Academy of American Poets