Day 9
The past is a dinosaur egg,
Curled and embryonic,
Purple peacock feathered, gold scaled,
Complicated bones-
How unbreakable
How geological now
This shell
Day 22
I'm ambivalent about Dickinson and took ages to choose a poem and when I did I didn't like my effort. So, I did a golden shovel instead, which took absolutely ages.. Here's the original: Tell all the truth but tell it slant — Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind — The player of chess, the speaker of Latin (The last word of each line spells out the poem) It is too hard to tell you everything, dear reader, all references drift, all the things that mean something. A truth is truth itself, and yet a lie, but still, the joy is in the tell Like when the poker player puts it down, the winning card, a half slant on the table - See, the success of sleight is sleight itself, a way in, a tec...
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