File spoon-archives/phillitcrit.archive/phillitcrit_1997/phillitcrit.9711, message 496


Date: Sun, 09 Nov 1997 23:43:15 -0800
From: "Thad Q. Alexander" <rattler-AT-inreach.net>
Subject: Re: PLC: Song of Myself


George Trail wrote:
> 
> Its Wordsworth. I don't hear it. Maybe you could look up the poem now that you've got the author and see if you still feel the same way.
> 
> > BTW, below in stanza 3, line 6 [the covention is to number lines continuosly,ergo 3:6 is line 44, as I read it. ] 

Oh I know, but I do not have the lines numbered in either book or
website, however, I guess I should number them anyway. I can at least do
that. 

could this be a literary allusion to "The Leach Gatherer?" I believe I
have that title correct and I can't seem to remember the poet either,
but It keeps coming up when I read this. Just a guess. sorry!
> >"And as to you Life I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, (No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.) [This is section 49!, you need to find a consistent mode of reference.]

Yes. the section numbers I do have. Sorry I left it out.

> > I hear you whispering there O stars of heaven, O suns- O grass of graves- O perpetual transfers and promotions, If you do not say any thing how can I say any thing?
> >
> > Of the turbid pool that lies in the autumn forest,[/] Of the moon that descends the steeps of the soughing twilight,[/] Toss, sparkles of day and dusk- toss on the black stems that decay in the muck,[/] Toss to the moaning gibberish of the dry limbs. [Be true to the poem. Observe a line break with a slash, if you can't indent it. I correct the above text.]

Ahgh, I'm sorry about that. The message got sent in HTML format because
I high lighted a part of a line. Sorry!


> >
> > I ascend from the moon, I ascend from the night,[/] I perceive that the ghastly glimmer is noonday sunbeams reflected,[/] And debouch to the steady and central from the offspring great or small.

Thanks George
Me
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Thad Q. Alexander
(rattler-AT-inreach.net)
OCC Undergraduate
Long Beach, CA.
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