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Poem of the day
“The Mountain Peaks and Gorges Sleep”
by Alcman (fl. 7th cent. B.C.)
Εὕδουσιν δ’ ὀρέων κορυφαί τε καὶ φάραγγες,
πρώονές τε καὶ χαράδραι,
φῦλά θ’ ἑρπετὰ τόσσᾱ τρέφει μέλαινα γαῖα,
θῆρές τ’ ὀρεσκῷοι καὶ γένος μελισσᾶν
καὶ κνώδαλ’ ἐν βένθεσσι πορφυρέᾱς ἁλός.
εὕδουσιν δ’ ὀϊωνῶν
φῦλα τανυπτερύγων.
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Game of the week
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Poem of the day
Binsley Poplars
felled 1879
by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)
My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled,
Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun,
All felled, felled, are all felled;
Of a fresh and following folded rank
Not spared, not one
That dandled a sandalled
Shadow that swam or sank
On meadow & river & wind-wandering weed-winding bank.
O if we but knew what we do
When we delve or hew —
Hack and rack the growing green!
Since country is so tender
To touch, her being só slender,
That, like this sleek and seeing ball
But a prick will make no eye at all,
Where we, even where we mean
To mend her we end her,
When we hew or delve:
After-comers cannot guess the beauty been.
Ten or twelve, only ten or twelve
Strokes of havoc unselve
The sweet especial scene,
Rural scene, a rural scene,
Sweet especial rural scene.
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Again, we’re doomed
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An ICE officer might be a white supremacist? That’s dog-bites-man non-news
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We’re doomed
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