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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?
Source: Feces withe A Face: A Virtual Poem for #clmooc #poetryport
Excelsior
The shades of night were falling fast,As through an Alpine village passedA 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 rungThe accents of that unknown tongue,Excelsior!In happy homes he saw the lightOf 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 restThy 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 heavenwardThe pious monks of Saint BernardUttered 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 iceThat 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
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