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Missing Left Sock Beast
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Coyote Musings
Coyote handsome
his coat the same brown
as the dust from which he rises

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What is the sound of one hand slapping Schroedinger's cat?

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The Quantum Duck goes "quark, quark."

September 2010
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Missing Left Sock Beast [userpic]

I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

Comments

I love that poem.

When we studied it in High School, I hated it.

Now, the last few stanzas, and particularly the last line, stand the hair up all over my body. :)

Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]

I wonder if we could get LJ to post the whole poem. :)