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 -- Thad Q. Alexander (rattler-AT-inreach.net) OCC Undergraduate Long Beach, CA. USA --- CHAUCER-AT-listserv.uic.edu Phillitcrit-AT-jefferson.village.Virginia.EDU Phil-lit-AT-Was found morally unfit for my presence:11\3\97 SHAKSPER-AT-ws.bowiestate.edu Great Books of Western Civilization --- For him was lever han at his beddes hed A twenty bokes, clothed in black or red, Of Aristotle, and his philosophie, Than robes riche, or fidel, or sautrie. But all be that he was a philosophre, Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre. ---Geoffrey Chaucer, Canterbury Tales --- from list phillitcrit-AT-lists.village.virginia.edu ---
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