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Methinks I see you, newly
From your embroider'd Bed and pissing,
With studied mien and much grimace,
Present yourself before your glass,

I
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.

"The World is not something tolook at, it is something to be in
"Mark RudmanI look and look
Looking's a way of being: one becomes,sometimes, a pair of eyes walking
Walking wherever looking takes one

Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his dem...

A boat, beneath a sunny
Lingering onward
In an evening of July —Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing

Bugles sang, saddening the evening air,
And bugles answered, sorrowful to hear
Voices of boys were by the river-side
Sleep mothered them; and left the twilight sad

Among the more irritating minor ideas Of Mr
Homburg during his visits home To Concord, at the edge of things, was this:
To think away the grass, the trees, the clouds,
Not to transform them into other things,

I took a small path leadingup a hill valley, finding therea temple, its gate coveredwith moss, and in front ofthe door but tracks of birds;in the room of the old monkno one was living, and Istaring through the windowsaw but a hair duster hangingon...

You'll wait a long, long time for anything much To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud And the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves
The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch,
Nor strike out fire from each other ...

When I look into the looking glass  I'm always sure to see -No matter how I dodge about -  Me, looking out at me
I often wonder as I look,  And those strange features spy,
If I, in there, think I'm as plain  As I, out here, think I