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In Praise of Ambergris
March 2nd, 2008 — , amber, ambergris, animal, incense, musings, poems, smoke from Heather @ memory & desire
Ambergris - by Stanley Kunitz - This body, tapped of every drop of breath, In vast corruption of its swollen pride, Proclaims itself the very whale of death; Yet, I believe, the hand that plumbs its side Will gather dissolution’s sweet increase. Exquisite fern of death–in nature, ambergris. Meanwhile, thinking of love, I have been dressed For such destruction. Though it surely break, Come pluck the deep wild kernel of my breast, That wafer of devotion, and partake Of its compacted sweetness, till it bring The soul to rise upon its fleshly wing. If gentle heart be scorned, in scorn…
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March 2nd, 2008 — , Perfume, Poetry, amber, ambergris, animal, incense, musings, poems, smoke from Heather @ memory & desire
“For Praise is like ambergrize; a little unexpected Whiff of it… is the most agreeable thing in the world; but when a whole lump of it is thrust to your nose, it is a Stink, and strikes you down.” (Alexander Pope, 1725)
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December 28th, 2007 — ashtray, firewood, musings, poems, smoke, woods from Heather @ memory & desire
Taking Down the Tree - by Jane Kenyon - “Give me some light!” cries Hamlet’s uncle midway through the murder of Gonzago. “Light! Light!” cry scattering courtesans. Here, as in Denmark, it’s dark at four, and even the moon shines with only half a heart. The ornaments go down into the box: the silver spaniel, My Darling on its collar, from Mother’s childhood in Illinois; the balsa jumping jack my brother and I fought over, pulling limb from limb. Mother drew it together again with thread while I watched, feeling depraved at the age of ten. With something more than…
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Taking Down the Tree - by Jane Kenyon - “Give me some light!” cries Hamlet’s uncle midway through the murder of Gonzago. “Light! Light!” cry scattering courtesans. Here, as in Denmark, it’s dark at four, and even the moon shines with only half a heart….
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