#The truth of the Indian farmers

[nik-barinova]

*gently hands you my farmer!Zoey info and Shane headcanons and then offers to drop my lore on them, but really for Zoey*

Zoey Kilduff

Full Name: Zoey Elaine Kilduff

Age: 32 (as of Yr 1)

Height: 5’10”

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

Sexuality: Pansexual

Nationality: Scottish

Ethnicity: Romani, Indonesian, Indian, Afghani

Farm Name: Solasta Farm

Main Produce: Cheese, Jams, Flowers, Wine, Fruit Tree Fruits, Peppers

Primary Choice of Clothing: Gothic and casual

Loves: Tropical curry, Pepper poppers, Green tea, Iridium bar, Topaz, Prehistoric Skull

Likes: All Eggs, All Minerals, All Flowers (except Daffodil and Dandelion)

Neutral: Hazelnut, Ginger, Maki Roll, Holly Leek, Truffle, Clay, Seaweed

Dislikes: All Mushrooms, All Geodes, Cave Carrot, Pine Tar, Spring Onion, Qi Fruit

Hates: Mayo

Bio:

Daughter to a boxing legend and a late dancing queen, Zoey Kilduff virtually had to raise her younger siblings herself despite being the eldest triplet. Their father was not one to exactly get physical with his triplet children, but he does get in their head too much to the point of them developing serious anxiety and self esteem issues. Her father owned an MMA/Boxing club in Zuzu City, and every day after school, Zoey and her younger siblings would go to workout and train, sometimes going into the late hours.

Zoey never could remember much of her mother, except that she would protect her and her siblings from their father until one night she disappeared.

The only time Zoey ever recalled good moments was when her uncle would sneak the triplets out to a gridball game or a rock concert. Zoey and her uncle were close enough that she would end up calling him her “dad” later on, and so did her siblings.

Things only got worse, though, when her father decided to enter her in a series of boxing matches as a teen illegally by lying about her age. Zoey still had an impressive record, but she would come to school with multiple bruises and cuts, prompting school officials to question her about her home life. Zoey felt anxious to tell the truth, but she did what she believed was right. However, she was (supposedly) proven wrong by her father later that week.

Her father would not speak to her except for when he trained her, but he was much harsher on her than he would be towards her two other siblings. One evening, he would take her on a drive, just him and her, and have a “talk”; which was code for “not good, not good”. The drive was anxiety inducing for Zoey, and before she knew it, the “talk” turned into a shouting match between them.

The last thing the both of them could remember was a sudden flash of bright beams and a the sound of a truck horn.

Zoey woke up surrounded by her siblings, uncle, and grandparents as well as police. She could barely remember what had happened up until the wreck, but with what she could remember, her and her siblings’ father was finally arrested for various charges and would lose custody of the triplets and be left with their uncle. At the cost of being free from their father, Zoey was left a total arm amputee due to how bad the wreck was.

After much rehab, therapy, and support from her loved ones, Zoey and her siblings were able to finish high school, and eventually go on to graduate college. Though while the younger siblings went on to pursue their respective careers, Zoey had difficulty finding proper work and eventually settled for something calmer, thus landing her at a corporate office job with Joja Corp. At first, this was a great opportunity for her to find some sort of peace and calm for her going forward in life, it was definitely the most boring and tiring job for her until she realized this was not what she had in mind for her life.

Sure she was able to find more therapeutic alternatives like skull paintings, but living out the rest of her days sitting in a cubical?

That was until early in her thirties did she receive a letter from her dying grandfather that he had left her a huge inheritance: the old family farm Solasta Farm.

Once she realized this was a new chance at a second life, Zoey quit her job at Joja Corp, and quickly moved to Stardew Valley, truly giving herself a second chance at a new life.

Now if only she could get a chance to befriend a certain town drunk…

[dailyanarchistposts]

India witnessed the rise of two large protest movements in last 2 years which saw millions taking to streets against the oppressive laws passed by the government. These were the Anti-CAA protests against the discriminative Citizenship Amendment Act (CAA), and the farmers protests against the 3 pro-corporate farm laws. During the Anti-CAA protests, the loudest voices of dissent have been the women, from housewives to grandmothers, lawyers to students, women across India have been at the forefront of this struggle. This female-driven political awakening has been most jubilantly epitomized by the sit-in protest at Shaheen Bagh, drawing a cross-generational, largely female crowd never seen in India before [1]. Then came the farmer protests, where millions of farmers took to streets to fight the anti-farmer legislation that was passed in the Indian parliament and to highlight the issues of agrarian crisis which has been growing in India for the last few decades. In these protests, there is an unprecedented solidarity being displayed in the daily rallies that draw out thousands of people all over Indian cities. There are no visible leaders calling out to people to protest in one mode or another, yet the country has found a way to speak truth to power [2].

The Shaheen Bagh protest was led mostly by Muslim women, in response to the passage of the discriminative and unconstitutional CAA passed by Parliament of India and the police attack on students of Jamia Millia Islamia University. Protesters agitated not only against the citizenship issues of the CAA, National Register of Citizens (NRC) and National Population Register (NPR), but also against economic crisis, rising inequality, police brutality, unemployment, poverty and for women’s safety. The protesters also supported farmer unions, unions opposing the government’s anti-labour policies and protested against attacks on academic institutions. The protest started with 10–15 local women, mostly hijab wearing Muslim housewives, but within days drew crowds of up to a hundred thousand, making it one of the longest sit-in protests of this magnitude in modern India. The Shaheen Bagh protest also inspired similar style protests across the country, such as those in Gaya, Kolkata, Prayagraj, Mumbai, Chennai and Bengaluru. The protesters at Shaheen Bagh, since 14 December 2019, continued their sit-in protest in New Delhi using non-violent resistance for 101 days until 24 March 2020 when it ended due to COVID-19 pandemic outbreak.

Most of the women who came to Shaheen Bagh protest were first-time protesters, mostly homemakers, who were standing up to the government [3]. This was the first time they came out on a national issue which cut across religious lines. Some came with their newborns and children and some were grandparents. The women were center of protests and men supported them from the sidelines. They were creative and strategic. They governed their worlds quietly from the background and knew when a crisis needed them to cross invisible boundaries and step into the foreground. They emerged into the public space to collectively confront a looming crisis [2]. Armed with thick blankets, warm cups of tea and songs of resistance, these women have braved one of the coldest winters Delhi faced in the last 118 years [4]. These women were drivers of this protest, joining in irrespective of caste and religion, taking turns to sit-in at the site. They broke down the historically prevailing gender binary of patriarchy and took control. They also destroyed the popular imagination claiming Muslim women as powerless and lacking agency.

Shaheen Bagh in many ways typifies the protest movement that erupted across India as it was leaderless. No political party or organization could claim to be leading the protest. Instead, it was fueled primarily by these women who were residents of working-class neighborhoods of Shaheen Bagh. Since it was a leaderless protest, it could not be terminated by a few prominent organizers [5]. When they tried to “called off” the protest citing interference of political parties and security threats, the women of Shaheen Bagh rejected it and decided to continue the protests. The movement had no formal organizers and thrived on a roving group of volunteers and the local women’s tenacity alone. The lack of leaders also confused the police who are clueless on whom to approach to make these women vacate the site.

The protesters were supported and coordinated by a diverse group of more than hundred volunteers, including local residents, students and professionals. These volunteers organized themselves around different tasks such as setting up makeshift stages, shelters and bedding; providing food, water, medicine, and access to toilet facilities; installing CCTV cameras, bringing in electric heaters, outside speakers and collecting donations [6]. Donations includes mattresses, an assortment of tables that form the foundation of the stage and endless cups of steaming tea that provide warmth on cold winter days. Local residents formed informal groups which coordinated security, speakers, songs, and cultural programs that happened on these makeshift stages. People distributed tea, snacks, biryani, sweets and other eatables at the protest site. Some donated wood logs to keep the protesters warm. Collection drives for blankets and other essentials were organized through social media. A health camp was also set up beside the camped protesters which provided medicines for them. Doctors and nurses along with medical students from different medical institutes and hospitals voluntarily joined for the purpose [7]. A group of Sikh farmers from Punjab came and set up a langer (free community kitchen) in the area.

The space was decorated with art and installations [8]. Stairways leading to the closed shops in the vicinity of the protest circle were transformed into a public library and art centre by student volunteers from Jamia along with the young children of Shaheen Bagh. Protest art became the voice of resistance and dissent during the event, and the area was covered in murals, graffiti, posters and banners [9]. A reading area called “Read for Revolution” had been set up with hundreds of crowd-sourced books as well as writing materials [10]. A nearby bus stop was converted into the Fatima Sheikh-Savitribai Phule library, which provided material on the country’s constitution, revolution, racism, fascism, oppression and various social issues [11]. Public reading spaces were created for the cause of dissent and to amplify the idea of education amongst the protesters of Shaheen Bagh. Since a majority of women of Shaheen Bagh have stepped out of their homes for the first time, this was an attempt to bring these women closer so that they read and facilitate the social change they exemplify. Besides young children, senior citizens, working people, domestic workers and many from Shaheen Bagh and nearby areas were occupying the area, choosing books or picking up colors and chart paper, while some also come to donate their old books and stationery.

लड़ो पढ़ाई करने को, पढ़ो समाज बदलने को (Fight To Read, Read To Change)

The children who were present alongside parents also participated in the protest. Most of these children would visit school in the morning before joining their parents at the protest site, which became an art space for many children [12]. They would express their thoughts and join in the protest through storytelling, poetry, puppetry, singing and painting. Student volunteers engaged the local children in reading, painting and singing, and held informal reading lessons.

Speeches, lectures, rap and shayari poetry readings were held every day [13]. Activists, artists and social workers came and gave talks on various issues faced by Muslims, Dalits, Adivasis, the disabled, LGBTQ people, and all those who are oppressed. The stage is democratic and hosts poets and professors, housewives and elders, civil society groups and civic leaders, actors and celebrities and of course students – from Jamia, JNU to the local government schools. A large number of women participate in open-mics to express their thoughts, many speaking in public for the first time. The protestors read the Preamble of the Constitution which reminds them of their rights of Liberty, Equality and Justice. If the Shaheen Bagh stage had a bias, it is towards women and those, from academia and elsewhere, who can educate them not just on CAA-NRC-NPR, but also the freedom struggle, Ambedkar, Gandhi and the ideas that animate the preamble to the constitution [13]. The chants of “inquilab zindabad (long live the revolution!)”and “save the Constitution” filled the site. At night people would watch films and documentaries which were screened on the site, about refugee crisis, anti-fascist struggles and revolution. Musical and cultural events were also conducted in solidarity with anti-CAA protests. This occupy protest provided an example of how to create a community without government support by voluntary association and mutual aid, make decisions in a democratic way where everyone takes part and decentralize power by having no organizers or leaders who control everything. These elements of anarchist organizing is also visible in the farmers’ protest.

Small and marginal farmers with less than two hectares of land account for 86.2% of all farmers in India, but own just 47.3% of the crop area. A total of 2,96,438 farmers have committed suicide in India from 1995–2015 [14]. 28 people dependent on farming die by suicide in India every day [15]. India is already facing a huge agrarian crisis and the 3 new laws have opened up door for corporatization of agriculture by dismantling the Minimum Support Price (MSP) leaving the farmers at the mercy of the big capitalist businesses.

The farmers protest began with farmers unions holding local protests against the farmer bills mostly in Punjab. After two months of protests, farmers from Punjab and Haryana began a movement named Dilli Chalo (Go to Delhi), in which tens of thousands of farmers marched towards the nation’s capital [16]. The Indian government used police to attack the protesters using water cannons, batons, and tear gas to stop them from entering Delhi. On 26 November 2020, the largest general strike in the world with over 250 million people, took place in support of the farmers [17]. A crowd of 200,000 to 300,000 farmers converged at various border points on the way to Delhi. As protest, farmers blocked the highways surrounding Delhi by sitting on the roads [18]. Transport unions representing 14 million truck drivers also came out in support of the farmers. The farmers have told the Supreme court of India that they won’t listen to courts if asked to back off. They organized a tractor rally with over 200,000 tractors on the Republic day and stormed the historic Red Fort [19]. The government barricaded the capital roads with cemented nails and trenches to stop farmers and electricity, Internet, and water supply were cut off from the protest sites.

Scores of langars, i.e. free community kitchens have been set up by farmer’s organizations and NGOs to meet the food needs of the hundreds of thousands of farmers in the farmers-camps that have sprung up on the borders of Delhi [20]. The farmers came fully equipped to prepare mass meals in these community kitchens with supplies coming from their villages daily. Tractors and trucks with sacks of vegetables and flour as well as cans of oil and milk arrive daily from villages and towns where pooling resources for community meals is a way of life. These langars work round the clock and provide free food without distinction of caste, class, or religion. Supporters of the farm protest often bring almonds, apples, sweets, and packaged water. They even supplied a machine that rolls out a thousand “rotis” every hour. Social media is used to collect blankets and other essentials for these protests who are braving the harsh winter. Many protestors camp on the roadside in the cold Delhi winter and spending nights curled up in tractor trailers. Volunteers have set up solar-powered mobile charging points, laundry stalls with washing machines, medical stalls for medicines, arranged doctors and nurses, dental camps and brought foot massage chairs for elderly protesters [21].

A makeshift school has been set up at the camp, called “Sanjhi Sathh” (a common place) to recreate a village tradition of holding discussions on important issues. Children from underprivileged families who are unable to attend school due to financial issues and the ongoing Covid-19 pandemic come to this tent. It has library, which displays biographies of Indian freedom fighter Bhagat Singh, revolutionary Che Guevara, and other books of various genres and newspapers in English, Hindi and Punjabi languages. Dozens of posters with slogans written on them cover every inch of the tarpaulin tents [22]. Farmers also installed CCTV cameras to keep a watch on the protest site and keep a record of what is happening and counter any narrative to discredit their protest. Farmers protest also saw participation of women coming out to protest in large numbers. Women farmers and agricultural workers were riding tractors from their villages and rallying to the protest sites, unfazed by the gruesome winter.

Just like Shaheen Bagh protest, this is a decentralized leaderless protest by hundreds of farmer unions. Even though the negotiations with the government are being attended by representatives of 32 farmer unions, they act as spoke persons who present the collective demand of all farmers. Whenever Government introduces a new proposal, the representatives come back to the unions where they sit together, discuss, debate and decide the future course of action together in a democratic way. Farmers are conducting Kisan Mahapanchayats (public meetings) which are attended by hundreds of thousands of people in villages around Delhi, UP, Punjab, Rajasthan and Haryana to discuss strategies and ways to put pressure on the government. It was this decentralization that made the protest robust and overcome the condemnation around violence during Republic day Truck Rally. Even though many farm union leaders called for ending the protest, the farmers remained steadfast in their decision to not go back till the laws were repelled.

The sites of the two protests mentioned above can be compared to the Capitol Hill Autonomous Zone (CHAZ) that was set up in Capitol Hill neighborhood of Seattle, Washington by Black Lives Matter (BLM) protesters during the aftermath of the murder of George Floyd by Police [23]. CHAZ was a nascent commune, built through mutual aid where no police was allowed and almost everything was free.

CHAZ, Shaheen Bagh and Farmers’ protests were occupation protests where the protestors set up a community themselves and created an autonomous zone. If one was against racism and police brutality, others were against religious discrimination and agrarian crisis. The protests were mostly self-organized and without an official leadership. The sites were filled with protest art, paintings, film screenings and musical performances [24]. Just like the mutual aid cooperative in CHAZ, free food, water, snacks and other supplies were provided to everyone. Areas were set up for assemblies and to facilitate discourse [25].

CHAZ was a leaderless zone, where the occupants favored consensus decision-making in the form of a general assembly, with daily meetings and discussion [26]. They slept in tents, cars and surrounding buildings, relying on donations from local store owners and activists. They collected donations for the homeless and created community gardens [27]. Medical stations were established to provide basic health care.

Anarchism tries to create institutions of a new society “within the shell of the old,” to expose, subvert, and undermine structures of domination but always, while doing so, proceeding in a democratic fashion, a manner which itself demonstrates those structures are unnecessary [28]. Anarchists observe what people are already doing in their communities, and then tries to tease out the hidden symbolic, moral, or pragmatic logic that underlie their actions and tries to make sense of it in ways that they are not themselves completely aware of. They look at those who are creating viable alternatives, try to figure out what might be the larger implications of what they are already doing, and then offer those ideas back, not as prescriptions, but as contributions [28]. They understand that people are already forming self-organized communities when the state has failed them and we can learn a lot about direct action and mutual aid from these communities.

Direct democratic decision making, decentralization of power, solidarity, mutual aid and voluntary association are the core principles of anarchist organizing. Anarchists employ direct action, disrupting and protesting against unjust hierarchy, and self-managing their lives through the creation of counter-institutions such as communes and non-hierarchical collectives. Decision-making is handled in an anti-authoritarian way, with everyone having equal say in each decision. They participate in all discussions in order to build a rough consensus among members of the group without the need of a leader or a leading group. Anarchists organize themselves to occupy and reclaim public spaces where art, poetry and music are blended to display the anarchist ideals. Squatting is a way to regain public space from the capitalist market or an authoritarian state and also being an example of direct action. We can find elements of these in all these protests and that is the reason for their robustness and success. It bursts the myth that you need a centralized chain of command with small group of leaders on top who decide the strategies and a very large group of followers who blindly obey those decisions for the sustenance and success of large scale organizing. All these protests were leaderless protests where people themselves decided and came to a consensus on the course of action to be followed in a democratic way. When people decide to take decisions themselves and coordinate with each other in small communities by providing aid to each other, it creates the strongest form of democracy and solidarity.

The fact that these protests happened, with so many people collectively organizing and cooperating, for such a long duration, shows us that we can self-organize and create communities without external institutions and it can be civilized and more democratic than the autocratic bureaucracy and authoritarian governments which concentrate all power and oppress people. These protests were driven by mostly by uneducated women, poor farmers and people from other marginalized communities, who showed that they can create communities which are more moral and egalitarian, than those that exist in hierarchical societies with the affluent and highly educated. They showed that people who are oppressed and underprivileged can organize themselves into communities of mutual aid and direct democracy which eliminates a need for coercive hierarchical systems of governance which exist only to exploit them.

What these occupy protests show us is that we can form communities and collectively organize various forms of democratic decision making simultaneously providing everyone their basic needs. There protests show us models of community organizing in large scales comprising hundreds of thousands of people. Even though they are not perfect we can learn the ideas these protests emulate – of solidarity, mutual aid, direct democracy, decentralization of power and try to recreate these in our lives and communities.

References

[1]

H. E. Petersen and S. Azizur Rahman, “‘Modi is afraid’: women take lead in India’s citizenship protests,” The Guardian, 21 January 2020.

[2]

N. Badwar, “Speaking truth to power, in Shaheen Bagh and beyond,” Livemint, 17 January 2020.

[3]

B. Kuchay, “Shaheen Bagh protesters pledge to fight, seek rollback of CAA law,” Al Jazeera, 15 January 2020.

[4]

“Shaheen Bagh: The women occupying Delhi street against citizenship law — ‘I don’t want to die proving I am Indian’,” BBC, 4 January 2020.

[5]

K. Sarfaraz, “Shaheen Bagh protest organiser calls it off, can’t get people to vacate,” The Hindustan Times, 2 January 2020.

[6]

“The volunteers of Shaheen Bagh,” The Telegraph (Culcutta), 24 December 2019.

[7]

“Behind Shaheen Bagh’s Women, An Army of Students, Doctors & Locals,” The Quint, 14 January 2020.

[8]

R. Venkataramakrishnan, “The Art of Resistance: Ringing in the new year with CAA protesters at Delhi’s Shaheen Bagh,” Scroll.in, 6 January 2020.

[9]

A. Bakshi, “Portraits of resilience: the new year in Shaheen Bagh,” 2 January 2020.

[10]

J. Thakur, “Shaheen Bagh Kids and Jamia Students Make Space for Art, Reading and Revolution,” The Citizen, 11 January 2020.

[11]

F. Ameen, “The Library at Shaheen Bagh,” The Telegraph (Culcutta), 20 January 2020.

[12]

A. Purkait, “In Shaheen Bagh, Children Paint Their Protest while Mothers Hold Dharna,” Makers India, 22 January 2020.

[13]

S. Chakrabarti, “Shaheen Bagh Heralds a New Year With Songs of Azaadi,” The Wire, 31 December 2019.

[14]

P. Sainath, “Maharashtra crosses 60,000 farm suicides,” People’s Archive of Rural India (PARI), 21 July 2014.

[15]

R. Sengupta, “Every day, 28 people dependent on farming die by suicide in India,” Down to Earth, 3 September 2020.

[16]

“Dilli Chalo | Farmers’ protest enters fifth day,” The Hindu, 30 November 2020.

[17]

S. Joy, “At least 25 crore workers participated in general strike; some states saw complete shutdown: Trade unions,” Deccan Herald, 26 November 2020.

[18]

“Farmers’ Protest Highlights: Protesting farmers refuse to budge, say ‘demands are non-negotiable,” The Indian Express, 1 December 2020.

[19]

G. Bhatia, “Tractors to Delhi,” Reuters, 29 January 2021.

[20]

“Langar Tradition Plays Out in Farmers Protest, Students Use Social Media To Organise Essentials,” India Today, 2 December 2020.

[21]

J. Sinha, “Protest site draws ‘Sewa’ – medicine stalls, laundry service, temple & library come up,” Indian Express, 11 December 2020.

[22]

B. Kuchay, “A school for the underprivileged at Indian farmers’ protest site,” AlJazeera, 24 January 2021.

[23]

D. Silva and M. Moschella, “Seattle protesters set up ‘autonomous zone’ after police evacuate precinct,” NBC News, 11 June 2020.

[24]

C. Burns, “The Capitol Hill Autonomous Zone Renames, Expands, and Adds Film Programming,” The Stranger, 10 June 2020.

[25]

H. Allam, “‘Remember Who We’re Fighting For’: The Uneasy Existence Of Seattle’s Protest Camp,” NPR, 18 June 2020.

[26]

K. Burns, “Seattle’s newly police-free neighborhood, explained,” Vox, 16 June 2020.

[27]

h. Weinberger, “In Seattle’s CHAZ, a community garden takes root | Crosscut,” Crosscut, 15 June 2020.

[28]

D. Graeber, Fragments of an Anarchist Anthropology, 2004.

[kaccvcate]

GREETINGS FROM MEOWTER SPACE.

In my travels I've come to find that I have an extremely strange family background. I'm going to be talking about it in some essays, which may contain descriptions of abuse and neglect. Here's the first one (it's long as fuck.)

On my mom's side, my great great grandmother was Creek. She was alive when I was born, and we briefly met. She was over 125 years old (nobody knows how old exactly.) The men on that side, who were all Scottish, died in their early 40s, except for my grandfather, who left when my mom was a kid. (I met him once, but my mom didn't want me to be around anyone Christian as a kid, so I never met anyone else on that side of the family.) I barely know anything about my Scottish ancestry, although growing up we called the native grapes "bullises," which is a Gaelic word for plums (they're also called muscadines, but I don't know what the truth is anymore.)

My family were subsistance farmers since before colonization, until my grandma became a schoolteacher. Our family moved to what would later be the Free State of Jones from what would later be Alabama, though I'm not sure why. During the Civil War, people in Jones county refused to fight, since nobody owned slaves in the area, and it was declared a Free State. My grandma lives in the Free State, in abject poverty with my uncle and his wife, who just scream at each other and beat their kids and neglect their 15 hoarded dogs all day. And if they have a problem with me saying so, they can eat shit and die.

My mom went to school for anthropology, and taught geology at the University of Southern Mississippi. She was extremely ashamed of how poor our background is, and I wasn't allowed to visit family much, although I wanted to very badly. I got to live with my grandma and my two adopted uncles who are around my age for a little while when we were kids, and they're some of the only positive childhood memories I have. I was extremely isolated and abused, especially by my step dad, who is currently (to my knowledge) employed as a programmer at a major video game company, as well as being a child molester starting when I was 2 or 3 years old (some of my earliest memories.) His name is Rigel Cameron Freeman. I ran away when I was 16 to live with my dad. When I told my mom what he did, she called me a liar and quit speaking to me, and that was the last I heard from her directly. So far as I know, she's been in mental hospitals pretty much since I left.

My dad's mom, whose first name was Ellen, was Ashkenazi Jewish, descended from a family who left Germany before the holocaust. She was a beatnik who was friends with Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsburg, and she had personal beef with Grace Slick over a boyfriend. My dad's first guitar was a gift from Cat Stevens, although this was something he was a little embarrassed about and only mentioned to me once. She was especially close friends with Tiny Tim. She was in California trying to break into acting, and almost got a part in the Godfather allegedly (actually all of this is alleged by my dad, I only met her once. He really didn't like her, so I don't think he would make it up.)

Then she met my grandfather, Bob Marshall, who was probably in California to do drugs (sacred family tradition.) I have reason to believe he was mostly Choctaw and possibly Irish, although on that side of the family it's traditional to claim to be "French or Italian" unless you're very drunk, and then it's okay to be Indian. They moved up to Alaska and lived on the Athabaskan reservation, where my father, Rogan Russell Marshall, was born on April 19. Later, my grandfather became a civil rights lawyer, and he defended the right for prisoners with AIDS to be desegregated (basically anyone with AIDS would die in solitary before that.)

My dad got into Emerson, dropped out because no one could afford textbooks, moved to Mississippi and started this crazy punk band, and then went ahead and wrote some movies anyway. My favorite is called the Attic Expeditions, it features Seth Green, Jeffery Combs, and Alice Cooper, and it's very trippy and fun. Unfortunately, he became disabled from the same autoimmune condition I have, ankylosing spondylitis, which, if you're born male, has much more severe symptoms (which is why I chose not to start testosterone.) AS used to be thought of as genetic, but has recently been linked to environmental pollutants, and I was likely exposed to something released by one of our many chemical factories (my uncle who abuses his kids and dogs is adopted, I mentioned earlier, grew up in my grandma's house when we were kids together, and has the same symptoms, and multiple people who lived on the same Hattiesburg street as my dad in the 90s were diagnosed.) He was living in Massachussetts in his mom's basement when he married my step mom, a public defense attourney, to get health insurance, and they lived in Miami for eight years together until she left him, shortly after I moved in.

After that, I had to drop out of high school, and I lived in hell for about seven years while I worked full time, usually multiple jobs, to take care of us, and all the cats he would bring home (as many as 13, but I ran my house like a cat ranch and it was kind of beautiful.) His physical and mental health was dogshit, he wouldn't stop doing hard drugs, and our relationship was so hopelessly abusive that I had to quit speaking to him as well. My feelings are complicated because, while I love and admire his work, and he taught me a lot of extremely valuable and positive things, the things he did to me would put him in prison if I believed in the law. I owe him everything, and at the same time, I almost wish we'd never met (I'll have to talk about that in another post as well, because it's a lot, and exremely heavy.)

My third parent, Scott Panther, I honestly don't know very well. According to local legend, and there are many about him, he's Scottish and Cherokee. He was close friends with my parents before I was born, helped start Rong (and probably came up with the best ideas for it.) He was my mom's boyfriend for a long time before I was born.

My mom met Scott and Rogan at a Rong show, I was conceived after a Rong show (Scott drove Rogan to her house), and the night I was born there was a Rong show. Scott was overdosing when my mom went into labor, and I was born at 4 AM while multiple tornadoes passed through town. Later that night, he was ready to play the show (hats off). No one told Rogan I was born, though in the full video of the show he mentions the other people in town who were born on April 18. Unfortunately, the video is probably lost - he gave all the Rong tapes to someone I don't know, and he didn't say who (he may have even been lying and threw them away.)

I inherited a lot of personality traits from Scott, as many people who know us have noticed, although I gained them not through direct teaching, or through any modern understanding of genetics. I've read that before colonization these kind of things were more common and better understood.

[berlinauslander]

In 1962, Gisèle Halimi, a French lawyer for several Algerians who had been brutally raped and tortured in prison, wrote in exasperation, "The words were the same stale clichés: ever since torture had been used in Algeria there had always been the same words, the same expression of indigna-tion, the same signatures to public protests, the same promises. This automatic routine had not abolished one set of electrodes or water-hoses; nor had it in any remotely effective way curbed the power of those who used them." Simone de Beauvoir, writing on the same subject, concurred: "To protest in the name of morality against 'excesses' or 'abuses' is an error which hints at active complicity. There are no 'abuses' or 'excesses' here, simply an all-pervasive system."24

Her point was that the occupation could not be done humanely; there is no humane way to rule people against their will. There are two choices, Beauvoir wrote: accept occupation and all the methods required for its en-forcement, "or else you reject, not merely certain specific practices, but the greater aim which sanctions them, and for which they are essential." The same stark choice is available in Iraq and Israel/Palestine today, and it was the only option in the Southern Cone in the seventies. Just as there is no kind, gentle way to occupy people against their determined will, there is no peaceful way to take away from millions of citizens what they need to live with dignity —which is what the Chicago Boys were determined to do. Robbery, whether of land or a way of life, requires force or at least its credible threat; it's why thieves carry guns, and often use them. Torture is sickening, but it is often a highly rational way to achieve a specific goal; indeed, it may be the only way to achieve those goals. Which raises the deeper question, one that so many were incapable of asking at the time in Latin America. Is neoliberalism an inherently violent ideology, and is there something about its goas that demands this cycle of brutal political cleansing, followed by human rights cleanup operations?

One of the most moving testimonies on this question comes from Sergio Tomasella, a tobacco farmer and secretary-general of Argentina's Agrarian Leagues, who was tortured and imprisoned for five years, as were his wife and many friends and family members.* In May 1990, Tomasella took the overnight bus to Buenos Aires from the rural province of Corrientes in order to add his voice to the Argentine Tribunal against Impunity, which was hearing testimony on human rights abuses during the dictatorship.

Tomasella's testimony was different from the others. He stood before the urban audience in his farming clothes and work boots and explained that he was the casualty of a long war, one between poor peasants who wanted pieces of land to form cooperatives and the all-powerful ranchers who owned half the land in his province. "The line is continuous —those who took the land from the Indians continue to oppress us with their feudal structures." He insisted that the abuse he and his fellow members of the Agrarian Leagues suffered could not be isolated from the huge economic interests served by the breaking of their bodies and destruction of their activist net-works. So instead of naming the soldiers who abused him, he chose to name the corporations, both foreign and national, that profit from Argentina's continued economic dependence. "Foreign monopolies impose crops on us, they impose chemicals that pollute our earth, impose technology and ideol-ogy. All this through the oligarchy which owns the land and controls the pol-itics. But we must remember —the oligarchy is also controlled, by the very same monopolies, the very same Ford Motors, Monsanto, Philip Morris. It's the structure we have to change. This is what I have come to denounce.

That's all.".

The auditorium erupted in applause. Tomasella concluded his testimony with these words: "I believe that truth and justice will eventually triumph. It will take generations. If I am to die in this fight, then so be it. But one day we will triumph. In the meantime, I know who the enemy is, and the enemy knows who I am, too.'

The Chicago Boys' first adventure in the seventies should have served as a warning to humanity: theirs are dangerous ideas. By failing to hold the ideology accountable for the crimes committed in its first laboratory, this subculture of unrepentant ideologues was given immunity, freed to scour the world for its next conquest. These days, we are once again living in an era of corporatist massacres, with countries suffering tremendous military violence alongside organized attempts to remake them into model "free market" economies; disappearances and torture are back with a vengeance. And once again the goals of building free markets, and the need for such brutality, are treated as entirely unrelated.

[charlesandmartine]

Friday 12th April 2024

Cape Town was in our rear view mirror as we speed away in the direction of the Garden Route which is a well trodden tourist eastbound trail along the southern coastline. We have very much enjoyed our 4 nights here; weather mixed preventing us from climbing Table Mountain, but Robben Island was great and just spending time in and around the city has been most enjoyable. The city has a friendly feel to it and we have been able to relax somewhat in a familiar cosmopolitan place; very different in character to when Martine previously visited in the eighties at a time apartheid was very much still a reality of day to day life. It was only when we set off on the N2 that we were reminded that we are not in England. First up, a farmer was heading his cows along the side of the fast dual carriageway. On leaving Cape Town we were also very aware of the shanty towns of corrugated iron box slums that are home to many people alongside the busy road. It is certainly a country of contrast and extremes which can be a challenge both to our sensitivities and consciences and hard to understand.

Next up half a dozen big hairy monkeys were picking away at something on the grass verge. Mr Avis has very kindly lent us one of his very new VW T-Roc SUV's and I must say that we are fully putting it through its paces. Don't tell anyone, but it has already been tested on 15 miles of unsealed roads! The vibration and dust exercise went especially well. Full marks. We stopped for lunch at Hermanus, about 1.5hrs East of Cape Town by the sea. Well positioned for whale watching at the appropriate time of year. Now is not that time, so this was not high on the agenda. Instead we restocked on rubbery chicken and Tim Tams. Our impressions of the place were that it was clearly a holiday location for locals and very artistic; lots of very nice galleries.

We then had a further hour and a half to go to our current port of call for the next two nights; a harbour town called Struisbaai. The area, surprisingly, has a good reputation for the production of SB! Note to self, must try. By way of an introduction to African wildlife, we were allowed sightings of two ostriches on route.

We are in an extremely comfortable B&B with fantastic views of the surf crashing against the shore of the Indian Ocean. Truth be told, I think our quarters might once have been a garage but you wouldn't know from looking at the finished result. Martine will of course be doing an oil change tomorrow! Apparently Struisbaai is the most southerly point of South Africa. To mark the spot, a most fetching red and white striped lighthouse was erected in 1842 after the loss of some 250 vessels. I'm sure, as the number one tourist attraction, we shall have to investigate much further tomorrow. We are also expecting some more good fine weather to do a bit of walking. 22° today but with a stiff chill southerly breeze.

[starkblogworld]

VEDIC CULTURE IN INDIA:

Vedic culture is a term used to refer to the ancient religious and social traditions that originated in the Indian subcontinent and are based on the Vedas, which are a collection of sacred texts of Hinduism. The Vedic period in India is believed to have started around 1500 BCE and continued until around 500 BCE.

The Vedic culture is characterized by its emphasis on ritualism and sacrifice, with a complex pantheon of gods and goddesses that were worshipped through fire rituals, offerings, and prayers. The Vedas also contain hymns, philosophical reflections, and discussions on various aspects of life, such as ethics, morality, and social organization.

The Vedic culture also gave rise to the caste system, which divided society into four main classes or varnas: Brahmins (priests and scholars), Kshatriyas (warriors and rulers), Vaishyas (merchants and farmers), and Shudras (laborers and servants). The caste system was based on the belief in karma, which holds that one's actions in this life determine one's status in the next.

Despite the changes that have taken place in India over the centuries, many aspects of Vedic culture continue to influence Indian society and religion. The Vedas and their teachings continue to be studied and revered by many Hindus, and Vedic rituals and ceremonies continue to be performed in temples and homes throughout the country.

There are several benefits of Vedic culture, some of which are:

Spiritual Growth: Vedic culture focuses on spiritual growth and encourages individuals to connect with their inner selves. It teaches the importance of self-realization, meditation, and self-discipline, which helps individuals attain peace, happiness, and contentment.

Holistic Healing: Vedic culture emphasizes the importance of holistic healing, which involves treating the mind, body, and soul together. This helps individuals achieve a state of balance and harmony, leading to better health and well-being.

Respect for Nature: Vedic culture teaches us to respect and honor nature. It emphasizes the interconnectedness of all living beings and the environment, which encourages us to live in harmony with nature and be mindful of our impact on the planet.

Cultural Diversity: Vedic culture celebrates cultural diversity and teaches us to respect and embrace different cultures and traditions. This helps to promote tolerance, understanding, and harmony in society.

Social Order: Vedic culture provides a social order through the caste system, which divides society into different classes based on their occupation and social status. This provides a sense of order and stability in society, allowing people to fulfill their roles and responsibilities effectively.

Ethics and Morality: Vedic culture promotes ethical and moral values, such as truth, honesty, compassion, and non-violence. These values help individuals lead a virtuous and fulfilling life, and contribute to the greater good of society.

It is important to note that while Vedic culture has many benefits, it also has some drawbacks. Some of these include:

Caste System: The caste system, which is a fundamental aspect of Vedic culture, has been criticized for its rigid social hierarchy, discrimination, and inequality. The caste system has been used to justify social and economic inequality, and has resulted in the marginalization of certain groups of people.

Patriarchy: Vedic culture is often criticized for its patriarchal values and gender inequality. Women were traditionally expected to be subservient to men and were denied certain rights and opportunities.

Superstition and Dogma: Vedic culture has also been criticized for its emphasis on superstition and dogma, which can be limiting and prevent individuals from questioning established beliefs and traditions.

Animal Sacrifice: Some Vedic rituals involve the sacrifice of animals, which has been criticized for its cruelty and inhumane treatment of animals.

Lack of Social and Religious Diversity: Vedic culture can be criticized for its lack of social and religious diversity, which can lead to intolerance and a lack of understanding of different cultures and beliefs.

It is important to acknowledge both the benefits and drawbacks of Vedic culture and to work towards addressing its shortcomings while preserving its positive aspects.

BUY NOW :

COSMIC ENERGY COURSE[click below the link]

CLICK HERE

[rockislandadultreads]

NoveList: Best Adult Nonfiction 2022

Here are a handful of books that made NoveList's best adult nonfiction list for 2022! Did you know NoveList is a database you can access with your library card to find reading recommendations? Check it out on our website here!

Solito by Javier Zamora 

Trip. My parents started using that word about a year ago - "one day, you'll take a trip to be with us. Like an adventure."

Javier's adventure is a three-thousand-mile journey from his small town in El Salvador, through Guatemala and Mexico, and across the U.S. border. He will leave behind his beloved aunt and grandparents to reunite with a mother who left four years ago and a father he barely remembers. Traveling alone except for a group of strangers and a coyote hired to lead them to safety, Javier's trip is supposed to last two short weeks.

At nine years old, all Javier can imagine is rushing into his parents' arms, snuggling in bed between them, living under the same roof again. He does not see the perilous boat trips, relentless desert treks, pointed guns, arrests and deceptions that await him; nor can he know that those two weeks will expand into two life-altering months alongside a group of strangers who will come to encircle him like an unexpected family.

A memoir by an acclaimed poet that reads like a novel, Solito not only provides an immediate and intimate account of a treacherous and near-impossible journey, but also the miraculous kindness and love delivered at the most unexpected moments. Solito is Javier's story, but it's also the story of millions of others who had no choice but to leave home.

Life on the Mississippi by Rinker Buck

Seven years ago, readers around the country fell in love with a singular American voice: Rinker Buck, whose infectious curiosity about history launched him across the West in a covered wagon pulled by mules.

Now, Buck returns to chronicle his latest incredible adventure: building a wooden flatboat from the bygone era of the early 1800s and journeying down the Mississippi River to New Orleans.

A modern-day Huck Finn, Buck casts off down the river on the flatboat Patience accompanied by an eccentric crew of daring shipmates. Over the course of his voyage, Buck steers his fragile wooden craft through narrow channels dominated by massive cargo barges, rescues his first mate gone overboard, sails blindly through fog, breaks his ribs not once but twice, and camps every night on sandbars, remote islands, and steep levees. As he charts his own journey, he also delivers a richly satisfying work of history that brings to life a lost era.

The role of the flatboat in our country’s evolution is far more significant than most Americans realize. Between 1800 and 1840, millions of farmers, merchants, and teenage adventurers embarked from states like Pennsylvania and Virginia on flatboats headed beyond the Appalachians to Kentucky, Mississippi, and Louisiana. Settler families repurposed the wood from their boats to build their first cabins in the wilderness; cargo boats were broken apart and sold to build the boomtowns along the water route. Joining the river traffic were floating brothels, called “gun boats”; “smithy boats” for blacksmiths; even “whiskey boats” for alcohol. In the present day, America’s inland rivers are a superhighway dominated by leviathan barges - carrying $80 billion of cargo annually - all descended from flatboats like the ramshackle Patience.

As a historian, Buck resurrects the era’s adventurous spirit, but he also challenges familiar myths about American expansion, confronting the bloody truth behind settlers’ push for land and wealth. The Indian Removal Act of 1830 forced more than 125,000 members of the Cherokee, Choctaw, and several other tribes to travel the Mississippi on a brutal journey en route to the barrens of Oklahoma. Simultaneously, almost a million enslaved African Americans were carried in flatboats and marched by foot 1,000 miles over the Appalachians to the cotton and cane fields of Arkansas, Mississippi, and Louisiana, birthing the term “sold down the river.” Buck portrays this watershed era of American expansion as it was really lived.

Rise by Jeff Yang

The first generation of U.S.-born Asian Americans raised after 1965’s Hart-Cellar Act passed would have found it difficult to imagine that sushi and boba would one day be beloved by all, that a Korean boy band named BTS would be the biggest musical act in the world, that one of the biggest movies of 2018 would be Crazy Rich Asians, or that a Facebook group for Asian American identity memes would be 2 million members strong. And that’s not mentioning the execs working behind the scenes at major companies; the activists and representatives fighting for equity; and the singers, rappers, dance crews, and social media pioneers making their mark on pop culture. And still: Asian America is just getting started.

In this intimate, eye-opening, and frequently hilarious guided tour through the pop-cultural touchstones and sociopolitical shifts of the 1990s, 2000s, 2010s, and beyond, Jeff Yang, Phil Yu, and Phil Wang chronicle how we’ve arrived at today’s unprecedented diversity of Asian American cultural representation through engaging, interactive graphics (like a step-by-step walk-through of a typical night out in Koreatown...for those who probably won't remember it the day after), charts (how much has yellowface fluctuated decade over decade?), graphic essays from major AAPI artists, exclusive roundtables with Asian American cultural icons, and more, framed by extended insider narratives of each decade by the three co-authors. Rise is an informative, lively, and inclusive celebration of community, and will remain a cultural touchstone for years to come.

All the Living and the Dead by Hayley Campbell

We are surrounded by death. It is in our news, our nursery rhymes, our true-crime podcasts. Yet from a young age, we are told that death is something to be feared. How are we supposed to know what we’re so afraid of, when we are never given the chance to look?

Fueled by a childhood fascination with death, journalist Hayley Campbell searches for answers in the people who make a living by working with the dead. Along the way, she encounters mass fatality investigators, embalmers, and a former executioner who is responsible for ending sixty-two lives. She meets gravediggers who have already dug their own graves, visits a cryonics facility in Michigan, goes for late-night Chinese with a homicide detective, and questions a man whose job it is to make crime scenes disappear.

Through Campbell’s incisive and candid interviews with these people who see death every day, she asks: Why would someone choose this kind of life? Does it change you as a person? And are we missing something vital by letting death remain hidden? A dazzling work of cultural criticism, All the Living and the Dead weaves together reportage with memoir, history, and philosophy, to offer readers a fascinating look into the psychology of Western death.

Tell Me Everything by Erika Krouse

Erika Krouse has one of those faces. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this,” people say, spilling confessions. In fall 2002, Krouse accepts a new contract job investigating lawsuits as a private investigator. The role seems perfect for her, but she quickly realizes she has no idea what she’s doing. Then a lawyer named Grayson assigns her to investigate a sexual assault, a college student who was attacked by football players and recruits at a party a year earlier. Krouse knows she should turn the assignment down; her own history with sexual violence makes it all too personal. But she takes the job anyway, inspired by Grayson’s conviction that he could help change things forever - and maybe she could, too.

Over the next five years, Krouse learns everything she can about P. I. technique, tracking down witnesses and investigating a culture of sexual assault and harassment ingrained in the university’s football program. But as the investigation grows into a national scandal and a historic civil rights case, she finds herself increasingly consumed. When the case and her life both implode at the same time, she must figure out how to help win the case without losing herself.

[onereallygoodlambonastick]

“Making people feel helpless, powerless, and hopeless is part of the propaganda. […] I think we all need to become seriously mutinous.”

——-

That candle is burning at both ends and down the middle, too.

It cannot all be laid at the door of resource-plundering or strategic thinking. Eventually it develops a momentum and a logic of its own. 

As the storm builds, the ethno-nationalists are out harnessing the wind, giving each other courage. […] While it is easy to take lofty moral positions, in truth, there is nothing simple about this problem. Because it is not a problem. It is a symptom of a great churning and a deep malaise. The assertion of ethnicity, race, caste, nationalism, sub-nationalism, patriarchy, and all kinds of identity, by exploiters as well as the exploited, has a lot – but of course not everything – to do with laying collective claim to resources (water, land, jobs, money) that are fast disappearing. […]

If we go down this warren and choose to stay there, if we allow our imaginations to be trapped within this matrix, and come to believe there is no other way of seeing things, if we lose sight of the sky and the bigger picture, then we are bound to find ourselves in conflicts that spiral and spread and multiply and could very easily turn apocalyptic. […]

Empire is not just an idea. It is a kind of momentum. An impetus to dominate that contains within its circuitry the inevitability of overreach and self-destruction.

——-

In the spirit of the globalization of fascism, U.S. alt-right organizations are good friends of Hindu nationalists. Look to India, if you want to understand the world in microcosm. […]

It is interesting that countries that call themselves democracies – India, Israel, and the United States – are busy running military occupations. Kashmir is one of the deadliest and densest military occupations in the world. India transformed from colony to imperial power virtually overnight. There has not been a day since the British left India in August 1947 that the Indian army and paramilitary have not been deployed within the country’s borders against its “own people”: Mizoram, Manipur, Nagaland, Assam, Kashmir, Jammu, Hyderabad, Goa, Punjab, Bengal, and now Chhattisgarh, Orissa, Jharkhand. […]

As hatred is dripped into peoples’ souls, every day, with sickened hearts we wake up to Muslim-lynching videos put up on YouT*be by gloating vigilantes, news of Dalits being publicly flogged, of women and infants being raped, of thousands marching in support of people who have been arrested for rape, of those convicted for mass murder in the Gujarat pogrom being let out of jail while human rights defenders and thousands of indigenous people are in jail on charges of sedition, of children’s history textbooks being written by complete fools, of glaciers melting and of water tables plummeting […].

But it is all OK, because we are buying more weapons from Europe and the United States than almost anyone else. So, India, which has the largest population of malnutritioned children in the world, where hundreds of thousands of debt-ridden farmers and farm laborers have committed suicide […], is still being celebrated as one of the fastest growing economies in the world. […]

Corporations are hosting happiness fairs and dissent seminars and sponsoring literature festivals in which free speech is stoutly defended by great writers. Dissent Is the Cool (and Corporate) New Way To Be.

What can we do about that?

When you think about the grandeur of the civil rights movement in the United States, the anti–Vietnam War protests, it makes you wonder whether real protest is even possible any more.

It is. It surely is.

I was in Gothenburg, Sweden, recently, when the largest Nazi march since World War II took place. The Nazis were outnumbered by anti-Nazi demonstrators, including the ferocious Ant*fa, by more than ten to one. In Kashmir, unarmed villagers face down army bullets. In Bastar, in Central India, the armed struggle by the poorest people in the world has stopped some of the richest corporations in their tracks.

It is important to salute people’s victories, even if they don’t always get reported on TV. At least the ones we know about.

Making people feel helpless, powerless, and hopeless is part of the propaganda.

But what is going on in the world right now is coming from every direction and has already gone too far. It has to stop. But how? I don’t have any cure-all advice, really. I think we all need to become seriously mutinous.

——-

Arundhati Roy, interviewed by Avni Sejpal. “How to Think About Empire.” Boston Review. 3 January 2019. Reposted from the indomitable @fatehbaz. Bolding is my own.

My entire twitter feed is people in Rafah saying they’re terrified, saying their good byes, and asking us to remember them in our prayers. Rafah is facing a massacre. It’s a genocide. We will not know the number of deaths until the morning.

[ebelal56-blog]

STOP Ignoring the Teesta River Crisis in Bangladesh

Uncover the hidden truths of the Teesta River conflict between Bangladesh and India, the water disputes that have sparked tensions in the region. The Teesta River, flowing like a lifeline through the landscapes of India and Bangladesh, embodies more than just water; it represents livelihoods, cultures, and the ongoing struggle for resources. Picture this: the river begins its journey high in the majestic Himalayas, weaving through the Indian state of Sikkim, then cascading into West Bengal before finally embracing Bangladesh. It’s a beautiful sight, but beneath that beauty lies a deep-rooted conflict that has persisted for decades. Back in 1983, a temporary agreement was reached. It was a compromise, a fragile truce where India would get 39% of the river’s flow, Bangladesh 36%, and the remaining 25% was left hanging in limbo, unallocated. Can you imagine living with a temporary solution for so long? It’s like being in a relationship where you’re always waiting for the other person to commit but they keep saying, “Let’s just see how it goes.” The stakes are high because the Teesta is crucial for irrigation and agriculture, especially for the farmers in West Bengal and northern Bangladesh. When the dry season rolls around, the river’s flow dwindles, and that’s when the tension escalates. Bangladesh has been vocal about its needs, pushing for a larger share during those critical dry months. They argue that their agricultural requirements are not just unmet; they’re being ignored. It’s a matter of survival for many farmers who rely on that water to grow their crops. On the other hand, India, particularly West Bengal, is hesitant to share more of the river’s bounty. They have their own agricultural needs to consider, and understandably so. It’s a classic case of “I need it too,” creating a tug-of-war that leaves both sides feeling anxious and frustrated. Now, let’s talk politics because this dispute is not just about water; it’s deeply entwined with the political fabric of both nations. The Teesta water issue has become a significant point of contention in India-Bangladesh relations. Over the years, there have been multiple attempts to negotiate, to find common ground, but a conclusive agreement remains as elusive as a mirage in the desert. Each time the two countries meet, the Teesta issue is raised, with Bangladesh consistently seeking a fair share. It’s like a recurring theme in a drama that never reaches a satisfying conclusion. What complicates matters even further is the internal political dynamics within India. The state government of West Bengal plays a crucial role in this saga. Politicians often find themselves caught between local pressures and national interests, making it difficult to reach a consensus. It’s a balancing act that requires not just political will but also a genuine commitment to collaboration. As we look at recent developments, it’s clear that while negotiations have taken place at various levels, a resolution is still a distant dream. The Teesta dispute isn’t just about water; it’s about trust, cooperation, and the future of millions who depend on this river. The resolution of this issue is seen as critical for maintaining strong ties between India and Bangladesh. It’s not just a matter of politics; it’s about the agricultural and ecological well-being of the regions that thrive along the Teesta’s banks.

[thesipsavant]

Remembering Lal Bahadur Shastri: A Freedom Fighter, Bharat Ratna, and Former Prime Minister

Remembering Lal Bahadur Shastri:Introduction

Remembering Lal Bahadur Shastri: A Freedom Fighter, Bharat Ratna, and Former Prime Minister ,On October 2nd, we commemorate the birth anniversary of Lal Bahadur Shastri, a freedom fighter, Bharat Ratna recipient, and former Prime Minister of India. His life and legacy continue to inspire generations, embodying the values of simplicity, integrity, and selfless service to the nation.

Early Life and Freedom Struggle

Born on October 2, 1904, in Mughalsarai, Uttar Pradesh, Lal Bahadur Shastri was deeply influenced by Mahatma Gandhi's philosophy of non-violence and truth. As a young man, he actively participated in the Indian independence movement, joining the Non-Cooperation Movement in 1921.

Joined the Indian National Congress in 1928

Imprisoned multiple times during the freedom struggle

Played a crucial role in the Salt Satyagraha and Quit India Movement

Shastri's unwavering commitment to the cause of independence earned him respect among his peers and laid the foundation for his future political career.

Political Career and Prime Ministership

After India gained independence, Lal Bahadur Shastri served in various capacities in the government:

Parliamentary Secretary in Uttar Pradesh

Minister of Police and Transport in Uttar Pradesh

Union Minister for Railways

Union Home Minister

In 1964, following the sudden demise of Jawaharlal Nehru, Shastri was chosen as the second Prime Minister of India. His tenure, though brief, was marked by significant challenges and achievements.

Key Achievements and Contributions

During his 19-month tenure as Prime Minister, Lal Bahadur Shastri left an indelible mark on Indian history:

Green Revolution: Initiated agricultural reforms to boost food production and reduce dependency on imports.

White Revolution: Supported the national campaign to increase milk production.

Indo-Pak War of 1965: Led India during the conflict and negotiated the Tashkent Agreement.

"Jai Jawan Jai Kisan": Coined this popular slogan, emphasizing the importance of soldiers and farmers.

Shastri's leadership during these critical times showcased his ability to make tough decisions and unite the nation.

Bharat Ratna Award

In recognition of his exceptional service to the nation, Lal Bahadur Shastri was posthumously awarded the Bharat Ratna, India's highest civilian honor, in 1966. This prestigious award acknowledges his contributions as a freedom fighter, statesman, and leader who upheld the highest ideals of public service.

Remembering Shastri on October 2nd

October 2nd holds special significance as it marks the birth anniversaries of two great Indian leaders - Mahatma Gandhi and Lal Bahadur Shastri. While Gandhi's contributions are widely celebrated, it is equally important to remember and honor Shastri's legacy.

Ways to commemorate Lal Bahadur Shastri's anniversary:

Organize seminars and discussions on his life and principles

Promote his ideals of simplicity and integrity in public life

Support initiatives that align with his vision for rural development and agricultural progress

Share his inspiring quotes and stories on social media platforms

Dr. Nowhera Shaik: Carrying Forward the Spirit of Leadership

In the contemporary business landscape, leaders like Dr. Nowhera Shaik, Founder & CEO of Heera Group of Companies, exemplify the spirit of entrepreneurship and social responsibility that Shastri advocated. Dr. Shaik's journey from humble beginnings to building a successful business empire resonates with Shastri's emphasis on self-reliance and national progress.

Key aspects of Dr. Nowhera Shaik's leadership:

Empowering women through entrepreneurship

Promoting education and skill development

Contributing to community welfare and social causes

Fostering economic growth through diverse business ventures

Dr. Shaik's work with the Heera Group of Companies demonstrates how business leaders can contribute to national development while upholding ethical principles.

Conclusion

As we remember Lal Bahadur Shastri on his birth anniversary, it is crucial to reflect on the values he stood for and their relevance in today's world. His life serves as an inspiration for leaders in all fields, from politics to business, reminding us of the importance of integrity, simplicity, and dedication to the greater good.

Let us honor Shastri's memory by:

Embracing his ideals in our personal and professional lives

Supporting initiatives that promote rural development and agricultural progress

Encouraging ethical leadership in all sectors of society

Striving for self-reliance and national progress in our respective fields

By doing so, we can ensure that the legacy of this great freedom fighter, Bharat Ratna recipient, and former Prime Minister continues to guide and inspire future generations.

[warningsine]

This year’s general election in India arguably brought up more questions about the fairness of the electoral process than any other in the country’s history.

For example, in December, a bill was passed in India’s parliament that allowed election commissioners to be appointed by a panel dominated by the executive branch, which many feared would endanger free and fair elections.

And during the campaign, Prime Minister Narendra Modi gave a string of speeches that were widely seen as Islamophobic, in which he accused the opposition Congress Party of favouring Muslims. The Election Commission failed to adequately enforce the Model Code of Conduct when it came to these comments.

Opposition chief ministers, Arvind Kejriwal of the Aam Aadmi Party (AAP) and Hemant Soren of Jharkhand Mukti Morcha (JMM), meanwhile, were arrested on charges of corruption. Both parties claimed the charges were politically motivated.

One of the lessons from the election, however, is that even when there are questions about how free and fair a vote is, opposition parties can dent the dominance of ruling parties.

In India’s election, the opposition presented a united front and stuck to a consistent message reflecting specific issues of voter discontent.

Why caste politics were so important

Modi’s Bharatiya Janata Party did not perform as well as expected in the election, suffering major losses in its heartland northern Indian states. Modi began the six-week election campaign saying his party would win more than 400 seats. Ultimately, it was reduced to 240 seats, while the opposition Indian National Developmental Inclusive Alliance (INDIA) won 232 seats.

INDIA had a shaky start to the election. A founding member, the Janata Dal, joined Modi’s coalition earlier this year. INDIA also failed to reach a seat-sharing agreement with another member, Trinamool Congress (TMC), although that party remained part of the alliance.

Yet, as the campaign wore on, the BJP’s attacks on the opposition led to a more united front, focusing particularly on the issue of caste.

Indian society and politics are stratified by its caste system. It has roots in ancient religious texts, which grant symbolic and material rights and privileges to people based on their membership to a particular caste.

Opposition leader Rahul Gandhi’s speeches highlighted a commitment to protecting the Constitution and addressing the issue of caste-based injustice in India. He pledged to undertake a caste census to reveal the extent of disadvantage and concentration of wealth in society.

He also pointed out the government’s centralisation of power, as well as the upper caste-dominated media’s adulation of Modi and its inattention to issues of unemployment and inflation.

Lalu Prasad Yadav, a leader of the Rashtriya Janata Dal (RJD) party, which is also part of the INDIA coalition, warned the BJP intended to change the Constitution to end caste-based affirmative action. Though this was denied by Modi, the allegation seemed to strike a chord with voters.

Caste presented a dilemma for Modi’s Hindu nationalist politics, which valorises upper-caste Hindu practices and behaviours, while relying on support from the lower caste majority to win elections.

The BJP had sought to ameliorate this tension by promoting welfare schemes and accusing the secular opposition of colluding with Muslims to deprive the Hindu lower-caste poor.

In the lead-up to the election, Modi also claimed to have replaced traditional forms of caste stratification with four new castes of welfare “beneficiaries” – women, farmers, the youth and the poor.

In truth, however, the government’s welfare schemes consisted of paltry cash transfers, small loans, food rations and subsidies for private goods like toilets, which sought to compensate for the stagnation of incomes and lack of jobs. Spending on health and education by Modi’s government, which could have transformative effects on society, has languished.

The BJP’s infrastructure-driven economic program has benefited large companies, leading to accusations of crony capitalism. It has also failed to attract substantial foreign investment or grow the manufacturing sector to create more jobs.

Over the past decade – but particularly following the COVID pandemic – India has also become one of the world’s most unequal countries. Women, Dalits, Adivasis and Muslims have fared the worst.

Dalit politicians also grew in prominence

Perhaps the biggest surprise for the BJP were its heavy losses in its heartland state, Uttar Pradesh.

The Samajwadi Party (SP) had previously dominated Uttar Pradesh politics by promoting the interests of particular lower caste “other backward classes”. This tactic, however, generated resentment among other lower castes, which was exploited by the BJP to win power in 2017.

In this election, the SP appears to have fashioned a new, broader caste coalition.

This election also saw new shifts in Dalit politics, the lowest rung of the caste structure in India. In Uttar Pradesh, new Dalit political parties became increasingly prominent, such as the Azad Party led by Chandra Sekhar Azad.

Further south, the Viduthalai Chiruthaigal Katchi (VCK) consolidated its status as the largest Dalit party in Tamil Nadu, winning all the seats it contested.

The future of Indian democracy

Indian democracy is not out of the woods yet. Activists, students, political leaders and journalists remain imprisoned.

The Hindu nationalist movement also has a history of inciting communal violence when things do not go its way in the electoral arena.

The Modi government started to extend its media censorship during the election, as well.

There is little to suggest that Modi will temper what many see as authoritarian tendencies, but there is now more resistance, scepticism and political alternatives that will hopefully aid India’s democratic recovery.

[t-jfh]

Arnold Dix says he's "never really minded" that people don't fully comprehend what he does for work.

(Photo: ABC Australian Story - Simon Winter)

Dix arrived about a week after the initial tunnel collapse and took charge of the rescue.

(Photo supplied: Arnold Dix)

Some Indians have called Dix a "superhero".

(Photo supplied: Arnold Dix)

Rescue crews had to drill through thousands of tonnes of debris to help the 41 workers escape the collapsed tunnel.

(Photo supplied: Arnold Dix)

For 17 days, locals anxiously awaited news from the tunnel rescue site in Uttarakhand.

(Photo: Reuters - Francis Mascarenhas)

Dix rings the bell at the entrance to a mountainside temple near the tunnel collapse site.

(Photo supplied: Arnold Dix)

Dix said it was "an honour to serve" and never charged a cent for his services in the rescue.

(Photo supplied: Arnold Dix)

By chance, Dix came across 17 of the rescued workers at the airport.

(Photo supplied: Arnold Dix)

Arnold Dix’s daughter Hannah is following in her father's footsteps and also works underground, as a miner on Melbourne's West Gate Tunnel Project.

(Photo supplied: Arnold Dix)

Arnold Dix received a hero's welcome when he arrived back home in Monbulk, Victoria.

(Photo supplied: Arnold Dix / LinkedIn)

How Arnold Dix became a Himalayan hero after rescuing 41 workers from Indian tunnel collapse

Tunnelling expert Arnold Dix was choppered in to a mountainous region of the Himalayas by the Indian government in November last year in a last-ditch attempt to help rescue a group of 41 workers trapped in a collapsed mountain highway tunnel. The men had already endured a week of deprivation and fear that, at any moment, the mountain could collapse on top of them.

Outside the tunnel site in Uttarakhand, Northern India, an emotion-charged, makeshift village had sprung up, filled with desperate families, rescuers, officials and hordes of Indian and international media waiting for news.

After initially conducting a geological inspection of the collapsed tunnel site, scientific probing tests and ‘listening’ to the unstable mountain, Arnold Dix walked out of the tunnel to the expectant gaze of anxious onlookers and uttered what would become his mantra: 41 men will be coming home by Christmas and no rescuers will be hurt.

The truth is, Dix wasn't certain about that. "Of course, I knew there was a real immediate risk that many people could die, including myself," he says now. "But I also knew the only chance we had to perform the rescue was that I show belief."

By Leisa Scott and Ian Walker

ABC TV Australian Story program

ABC News - 15 April 2024

•

•

YouTube video >> ABC TV Australian Story program 15 April 2024 - Arnold Of The Underground: 'International man of mystery’ who saved men from Indian tunnel collapse [Released 15 April 2024 / 29mins.+ 48secs.]:

•

[jayprakashraj]

Truth Of Farmers Protest 2024: Why Are The Farmers Of The Country Worried? | Raj Express

In the 1960s, India witnessed the Green Revolution, which transformed Indian agriculture into a modern industrial system with the help of technology. Various tools and machines were introduced for farmers, irrigation facilities were improved, and pesticides and fertilizers were utilized.

[smartbangla123]

Debunking Myths Surrounding Indian Farmers and Modi's Policies

Introduction In the clash between farmers and Modi’s government, it’s essential to uncover the truth about the plight of Indian farmers. With their livelihoods hanging in the balance, tensions have escalated, leading to widespread protests across the country. But what are the real issues at hand?In this article, we delve into the heart of the matter, separating fact from fiction to shed light on…

[the-social-truth]

Drip Irrigation: A Cost-Effective and Environmentally Friendly Solution for Indian Farmers

Lettuce with drip irrigation India is indeed facing a severe water crisis, which is expected to worsen in the coming years. According to a BBC report, by 2030 the demand for water will double the available supply, which could lead to a decline in crop production and reduced labor efficiency. Meanwhile, The Circle of Blue reports that after two consecutive years of weak monsoons, 330 million…

[libidomechanica]

Tied it

A ballad sequence

               1

As ear; and this is tribes: and stillness,     made him not. Since of running tear. Where little the arrow-     souled, but reside the fair, on them, O no, but not     dull we sun and wanton and soldier’s blustering night? Hoarse     want and Y your hands, sometimes,

both th’ fire. Three banks of     her be my grant smoking its content? Groans, and droop, despair.     Sinks, yields to mend; the Potter’d with bands. That touch, and an idle     bed! From the prize, and sit the broke him down? When days about     he knew till the margin

joys and look upon my mind.     Your hip; the high rock lang’s I get a tutor’s garb, the warre     vpon the hearts and thing to her contented? What is not to     razed be the knew no face down? But would, here all that is not     heaven! Where Cupid, for

awhile her purple vested their     own weighed, along pains of slave, and dumb; the thou may love youth     fixed on the claim the darknesse bride. Ah Sun-flower has felt     dawn of that the stood is this, and shred the right empty bottled     mood with desire!

I said, ’twas neighbourhood is then,     issue blessed their body shepherd’s to growing-distant and     the laws: both that we spread with gentle the pinnacle sheep.     Light, aimèd with the bright cymarr; her single passion their     annual magistrate: her

sent press what is to Love stopped her     brothers to fight, or speed and know we shade and pure to what     every heart; or does he had little greyness she! Long the     holy bower, now translates woke best. The terrors and go     with language, a speak lights

toy! Utters I am murderers     burnings ignity. Of two preach within your minor     grieves if it be lost its stub branches his brutal kindred     you refuses drooping sails declined a straint, mine eyes, a     human forgive the chickest

sate together pipe—the shall     I sudden ground touch? Which once I prize into resemble     farmer? Heart into our brakes the disowned, above the     magistratagems sweet remain beyond tides are knuckle, as     truth languor, showed revealed.

               2

Could undisturbed by name just though     yonde the most prevenge his courting the simply blast great he     dusky pardon flames such

began: love to stand, a way belied     it scene. Nor, English for every pleasured, for one,     ev’n with a ruin, under

strength of happy if fucus     the caverns with her nymph! Or we calamitous except     for his sphere, in a command

the soul thou ready shaft, thought     once may meet the kitchen tell it was their your brauely     euerywherein affections.

               3

That the wiped her stupidity.     Too this sphere of thought seasons: sneaker bones more and be a     romantic rose. Midnight,

and with both good and upon the     warmer? In thou might of days had little chimney-wall’d on     their garden thought in the

physicians force subway railing     eye distance in snow; even in the sand see him cough divine,     by the radiance to

lose, and put our mind. And there, how     out for the language holy well performer time by promise     to impotence down!

To remote language o’ they resist:     curst brassy median during the deep to the blackness     duty unto heart

whose love, with flowers and above     had and echo back and like fingers, and melt o’ man; longer;     her from the had rehears

have I seeks. Display the same     said, Tis not kept, hath her garments, and wed all hung thing into     see here took abroad

in exiled, wealth my bonie, bonie, bonie     Sandy down were through I am, ’ he sea, and warm, let us     remember, a path?

Eyes worthy to relation,     overty? Indian Pasimond allow, the ravishers     round of golden cloud

Hawaiian-print need not made the sound,     now, sweetness in ever full she nuptial left for fear it     was street of his bruised,

distanting cold and murdering     memory, comes! And in his hangs before to heaven out of     slain the wiped her ravishers

are plague that which I blessed by     reflects though obvious excess of burstinguish, we chang’d:     the jolly night me her!

Where brides seaweed that light of     appearance to you. Will proceed, and the measures and tiger     home? She was the long, lust?

               4

Dead with some maching-places that     didst arise, fixed on to keep sorrows behind. The shouldering     view; and enamour’d

heaven will find roll outlive in     the flourished here. Pride, the newspaper poor hut sunk by thee     more in dissembly, at

melanchor’d intwine, passion, give     me may die. While he spring, Iphigene once, knowledge, a     head with mortal moon a

white and sing, Margaret! To give my     hand still farther woes, and bring shew of nature with your silent     a bonie was his forme

of that she strife restrange? All be.     Driven her joys of nature and leaving part of man, the     charactered to me

a jet streen. To the swell, false love,     and people down evening, Iphigene to haue I toil, still     tell thee? To keep tone of

thy woes, and the wiser mind thy     perfume. About yet to her her fair and go dance his hangs     fresher, the first brass on

the gathere. Dies from the oft, so     learne; this is heir: his foe he’d lament; so that poverting     sleep. I yet to kill well

perfume. One whole and there’s cries     as breaths; and now with generous issuing occurs to     enter, Cymon, over.

               5

On his senses to preach more, I     do leaue forsake of what which he whit, to put once all that     I owe to each others

faster-time has made him, grey—age     o’ his rustic inn, our present mine. Death my way to all,     I do continue head

banging sail, but if this mind lowly     life is hangings me than a couching but yet once     Electric to clear hear his

darts a difficult birth; been seemed     she warm, let me where vain? The pass ere the sea; she countenance,     and many good true

that tended not stay rather woes     for the shadow wails and song since that she spent, that thou propose     these trees, nor forbeare,

entertain corner-stone; this know,     by Father’s love my heart is hard flood, how shuffled sleep; where     the sente me what love in

my bliss, smell ambrosia-like her     about the hear young Jeany faithless, and snowy limbs wit     the offer’d with love

neurosis a poison from the summer,     and now except it from change heart to many tears the     multitude, while her! Lords

advantage do what heaven’t watching-     place of each to formed with oath that respect he lastinguish,     and curse of far-off

from a dreams and strangle and know;     even four contrary unto my house because and in     this Not every near, went:

her sliding again what the     impotence ground foison from his carefully fed, luxurious     the nights before, was

up in reeds of love; and ways, while     they had reach morning wheel wherever then but feeds on, not     unpaid. The early morning.

But the bright of head in a     nexus breaks a disting gales fondly, and a slaves inter     bade more, I thine eternal

codes, dearest body was left     to the rank slipperiness were be not a love alone,     though thee! Does thy nor tragic

sisters bad to her watch’d brown     poor hut sunk to defend, let my heart conveyed; and I rose     as left forget such as

a whisper, and them fortress first,     in a graciousness in his father the refusing conquest,     who for one, then unknown

before the gods have lock the     Cretans own weight; that length I can it becaused the moment     But if horror an

industrious caves best of confined:     the left alone. Victors fear silent, and see grace of     lies little was the well.

               6

Within who ruled to church on the     pipe—the urge you wrong can yet to replied. Himself on the     daught doth pain procur’d have before. With its watery glared     on by them, and rolls over mantle look like or can adjunct     to kill what we could

not cease, and the sands of house and     might Theotormon sigh birth; all finish companions makes of     irksome good my grace; beauty appears, the shall naked force     subscribes, stripp’d a rude beneath secure there; fresh growing here     anxious noise offers to

give the power show, the uncharacter’d     in nine moon hath my head—I guessing his side soon     the wind. We may dwell oiled by her fortunes i’ th’ inward     nor cottage drops a kiss your mind. Give me. The pure I     knows the chest—And with reason,

the same in this holy wealth     to please. Or than to salute they halves; pensive fell, and Oothoon     shalt morning of him If all my weak Love formed to     covereign ground and ever roome, as seen, no winne, which proffers     tale of bever, or each

our girl who turned in her her glad     moning, was your tongueless had left. Or be so, nor praising     away, without restored in heal; ill still; you seek, nor     prepared for. That was always renew and sweet side, perverting     by, said Margaret to

beating to looks howling the sweet     by love. No liars believing rice, on that low built house     by love in my senseless, and hounds, thy love in twain. Like waves     a monstrate brave a net of the disease he work webs, her     voice the Powers to Love!

               7

In the been at leading the last?     Not, after hand disturb the wall; my turned into be Nature     spent. Thou wouldn’t seems to

winne, were the except fortune amply     black as held the human prey, instinctive Cymon we     no booty soul prey, or

leaf and want a few late. Why with     will in vain tombs of one lay on them: globes of his flowers     were my kind of my soul-

torments’ crescend. And a human     life, what is not after you the fool, his shake, or crime that     I held melted round; by

what he knew the tale passed awhile     other? Blind in me, that you? Of the this rude discontested     spot of the restless

might shadow lend their invocative     Cymon will of great thy dewy bed and death a third—     To this for his home. Be

as he lives. My mother, but once,     of seed, and well it was still that your own before we held     to pillar; we sits at

the early imitated and     jail send flies. At every exercised by any man sound     me to spinning from behind

a lake, hung half a sad placed     it; till of darke, sweet voices mixed rehab and earth! Which     reflected lie, let who teach

made him, gladly recording round,     in peace. When come and sense of sigh and have sent; sighed to mine.     If your mothers to be

silent, that are spend her cover     utmost tell in war a school enlights while things upon the     steals to Cymon, her house

of my hair-shirt and he angry     man infant and she was a long as rosy morn arose,     and the white! Grace was draw

a moment before the world the     enquiry; and would be a living and the surface were     lie! About the land golden

or the bay where she uneasy     cherye with the to forsake lemonade. Economy:     once with new-fangled—what

in these parted to Love, every     one, the last she rosy lips too because my Nectarel;     whan to all, I do long,

and Heaven with a ground thing what     we could some in all The valley call, to school, as the sits     at he felt the plaints; even

troop winds his pity to comfort,     thou, that flowers, was a long alone, the bodies from     off a lament, and hear

your truth last! At ensues, the mouth     the hall—a bastard. A unique lover husband: if now     blithe air of what the sounds.

               8

That povertime. View of naughter     besides there exercised here, in the e’enin sun her her     in on this they renew!

               9

If the born no one the old grown     poor rhyme, then or selfish our the sea-fish. May makes vs     language, poor wars, and echo

back appeared of noble law     for the business. Could repenting maiden have you haste ass     pump in the early sparrows

stood and weary with thee the     could have love in my wise; and to whom very moment of     Love, I do not more too

with this basement of the farmer     her do witnesse, look and fair away and madness, thou may     die. Dark his eyes have. Speak;

and now why merit hath, and when     I touches at stay? The son’s cave, that is grown fear, where was     presence, and to fall over.

His harlot hell, and dews and     half a kindled the windows, such a little greate their the     rose of spice. We have been

fields to me. Desire! And dwell     for his face to steal upon us wantinople, or     admire, scheming me, what

in vain, when, impossible above,     I love, or present of far-off sail beneath by thy     personal acts arise,

a spider view of needs must when     sweet love to you. So Cymon in the bee? As that love not     the mine eyes were confined.

               10

If this sad husband gods’ protections     the chops the tame. My Nectarel; while she way in     difficulty by nightly

dreamed I was serv’d to Jove’s grown,     as when some that your guide, by name the bay. Tears; beneath them,     let us a look and

on our foes so oftened wilt     new delight—and you, guiltless the priest, flooding on the landed     behind the ever:

yet, ere you with a brothed to     church on the eyes, even drive and fates we’ll sight, which tenacious     golden most prayed ere,

you my face such sorted here thought,     and the man holds of then day come to forget his cottage     in my head any rinde?

               11

The means prey, or if the nuptial     fear commands upon the kind: false delight of something the     misse, when day’s oppression

or quiet—the same, quickering     sparkling arms electric to cheek, and brings which my thousand     anger bosom to

last she was round the mountain an     old a shore, that doth public wealth, my loved: so Cymon taught     up, it made? I dreamed you

made him in my head, and hasten     to tie, and go, and wrath I can weakness duty, like a     judge of bridge all young, a

fever, but where thee; i’ll comfort     Him. Will red roof and all now crowned, the Face open and resumed.     At answer ere sea.

The night. Without alas, I over;     to equal your bed; he sun and stormy day see here,     let her grace. So reason

did your of Jealousy; it made     the had been her green-sward in Heaven to do, and take accord,     and to have its cold

despite, intend then four name, and     yet still go, and every days, and sweetness: Tim would telling     burn, Passchendaele, Babi

Yar, Vietnam. Come away!     Applause almost blue WHEN Julia chid I touch he went to     me she spray. And the chorus

of the side, and tuck o’erleap     the pointed please, fixed one, no one engender he way your     misgiving home good. Then,

sweet-briar? His fates some lovely     make me from the shall lives in the samenesse walked ere them.     These descend that hands of

me: long I would undecided     with his the waves; such wit thy comething voice be looks of     pride, and secret remember

thickest what every smiled, with     my prey, from me quickly shepherd’s tongue; when all scorn and for     a bonie last him weary.

               12

And the tulips but the vests, but     knowest gained, he sounds, someth due retreat most my breaking     into a disease me,

love when he druries that touch of     a woman but if it be lost all Thy love. Speak your     bodily force from the jolly

as she spake winds her let us     part; fixed on Cupid’s sake, In mourn forsake you ain’t was     past, mind’s falls me to famous

joys of his fates some out the     assur’d, singings of the rest, when liking o’er with thing you     hast should give a maid, my

Friends, wealth of relations, and moment     of the more his old a sober free as from thy secrets     of beauty it weeping

what it down and young I’d     lie in a dungeon taught in clear behind, and Tim would I     not these who does him like

too much, as that he stopped he filed     in little chanced, his fishing black jealous citizen     the clean any hopes and

fruits as face. And flip-flops. As along     the nightly may spend her, longinge. She hang from her knowing     Nooooo at the make you

have said, in the past theirs, and took     precede: the first my still in the Captain’s chearfulness by     his free, makes thron’d night once

with his brother issue blessed. Rather     and how this dead with the coming from thee? Can wealth my     round the waves his death, all

them I long the drunk, the proposing     to muse or a husband: if now thee and when I thought     they called out the ground his

wanton play’d and she disdaine thy     captive progress had to stood and means prepared, and brave before     you close time. Of words.

               13

Of its slended it seed, yet I     said to human kindred old that following, forgotten,     carriage beds again ere was their distant to back his to     preach fair aspect: the bent

to hip heart; and filled, with her man-     beasts. What a second whirl’d into a wounds forces. He placed,     all remember to virtuous pilgrimage presence of     you comic Muses’ love

might of his tied: theirs, and sleep. While     thou call upon through—fire wing’d ship again: its wreath the     devours, while travelers call adapted, shuffle&shift ’tis for     would take in ghastly, let

me be neurosis you’ve surface     of use they all his happy happy, nestlessed wife and     here born beauteous deeds. With the wood, whole, that which circum-walk     thee strength and tell with a

voices shall seas, whom I some other     wouldn’t was once in my friend, enough; there. With surprise, you     vomit into her about her moves your merit hath his     or will ioy make example

and fill the first though the house     of fates ass, and die fragrant- blossoms which signs there I spun     every near you to mountains wave still, let me where I sit     is all dance has made it

seeming blow: the Fortune, gives. Her     safety in disturbed between whose cheer, an idle looks from     their in one? Though more: it of a sugred balmy times, take     a fiery morning.

               14

Of a man think thee were dwell each eye look wanton;     he’s a noted at a shady beam, oothoon wast though the grace. Are born no more; in and     lacke, since still, in woe along tides, knew not find they entering rushes to be thy feet     who, radiant in a net of beasts, and in that you stillness why thee and just aboard, but     Salámán saw, his act or his steps,

and here the said; and you and faintly shadow lend     me. That they fight, know; now the pieces do beaten by thee, and when the making letting     trees, nor wronged him wears remained, the prison of flowers; but day my eyes of obliterate     nor Jove to Sorrow-souled, their fan, the little greater the burning, thou are name.     Being sails; hoarse walk all was increase,

blind and white hand her single soar! Where if I drink     your and face From the envious maid,— her sad quenchless grains to keeps not to my for planted     alone who ruled, sweetnesses; such love and well it their requiring on the coward     the shall the dog for maps of all is sence from side, please me. The second anger movement     is the churchyard over everything.

               15

And maidens as whole and if I     might hair, yet strength ingrateful grown lightly preserve they     told that hand holy well

in whatsoever repose, that     is as the desire with thee I dares and go, and well     their own accompt, unless,

do all my wisely written, at     they range? Every parts her eyes. Love guide. Thus beguile, wound, that     watching. Upon my song.

In the great gift—Oh when I to     thee to endure thee not light he’ll go by. And gaze, from book,     I fearful hymns distures

that son to whom all well     remember his golden before! Let us smoothed to dip darkening,     tremble, with clear falling

with a voices, with doue-like     and happy plight, the rag of far-spent. Singing is sin. And     tea, stairs biding voice that

your troubled fired, and between     thou seek religious Moon that make you canst not lost along,     and earth and to the pass

limbs from your hair nectar drinks and     cheeks, of more, how I do light on fill’d of your blames he morn     away to keep silence

to each refined, ordained, with they     body was in the far- off sail is simple pleasured,     from rose, trouble measure.

               16

That sleep, dear location it change.     Rocks. The comes never battle, small the hearted. With it is     over to heaven true reward can scant, I known as of     things me this betrayed with Lovers quicken squardon flies to     equal fire. And dumb with

sweet Love our body, but the hadde     it is life in all will see her known every heart to my     libertie? Your hands and every shadow of these counsellor, or     wish the besides bent in sleepy crew, and when hid in little     acrossed did drink

of plunder still the clear fallen,     or need to joy above that seas, and, the sings white ass pump     in the rosy brief brighter, these prophet, yet is not composed     upon a grate I would still in the narrow and lover     bill, he queers? Ere to

his law: and I loue and I am     pushing them teach attire: his head, its rude hangs freeze.     And all his bride. Margaret! And juice, who thus mellows nor has     before, a heaven! Once; and me for the walk the sun and     deepest by date nor do

duty unto her love is     maidenly main; lest whether could take of tremblings which my fell:     and fair Via Lactea. For from eternal, my father’s     loved betrayed for evening, rage of you, eye well, falsehood is     to greenness why he dame.

Now a help Thou tossed, a daught of     thick to live, the rape, forget you were not and when idle     drops of this motion still off in the wrought of Love me up;     but that is blood, than conversing yield heaven bed and Beauty,     not kept the bad his

ape, becaused not once gave a     press’d? In them those me, I will nothings be devoured lady’s     eyes the sea-beast, and death was competing, we chearful,     white horses fingers rage drink-offering season did you play,     and each, to see ye cool

shadows long as there hear thy captive     protections where your mindle be my lord, who buys who     would nor blind would never modesty, subtle the Golden     shun, that a sight disturbed they resist: curst like eyes and whence     to dip dark. Have cast, with

shine imaginary hands a     glimmers brother own prey, scarcely pass third glad hush! In gross,     gets that to meet as any starry: I ken the same ship     with foggy damp cold book! Illinois, where I go hence, and     for him freeze. In a weak

defend, thou shall then all how     precedence in murder, now a nymph? With her senses the dreads     of stranged; and knowing can scanned with a voice than ever     looking do, that place, which are a blank shall thinking hast spoke     a pillow, this rival

chains my wise him from a silver,     let her faith, I wish thy head is nurse affliction from the     linnet fortune and tell expressing its line was a points     there. Turned anguid feel of quickly appearance their choose me.     My sister of like this

for the come, dear they spending but     Lovers, for the raucous bright: and Love, I am all the     fair: to keep it soul’s image of dark. Bear then or swan or     seemed an accompt, unless still. Speak to her green provide then     wide draw my mottled at

the meat it seem to beat, and despair     from a hooks, which how out up in a nexus breaks through     the be not in sense: in vain of thing the child whistled more     delights I could grief lay with a bank of wonderful, never     the run, Let the Sunne-

borne day-like a net I shrinking     in that sad and furthens every exercise of all then     she weak from the Captain’s limbs, and sense is mute in a bowl;     it made him food she worthlessed, all the fire. To fires: once     liable, none, there,

illuminous how to one summoned     not undecide: they cats floats then day for any man love’s     school, and fill; but vulnerably had not; his april touches     then—he thus, oppress that her through his legible thus     adorn beautiful amid

the new rose and wanton Nimph     for a sober still the slack, which the cannot I be doubt     or neck round the corn- enclosure. He would him out off in     their grooms of dog won’t thinke of a romantic-mad     ” Children out only see?

               17

Thou that I find rocks lurch past himself     of a virgin’s flesh be Nature of my Friends, the     element. Passed with his hours

to come away o’er man when enter,     these could be all those whom to thee, and tuck o’er than his     blacke but soon hope of sorrow

place fortune self-enjoy is     a Love our she multitude I find roll’d to hold, am     I. And on him, if from

time of his own. I call; but     vulnerably my mottled from the valleys of not made he     had see! The feathes, or

crime, half-choked alone? But crowned, in     her with weeds and grace, its broad bare withoute long. Than walked ere     wide. Parts could ply after

the heard my life. When I say Drink     of pass’d into find took him, if you ready sent, through his     lip should say, but yet this

wandering lightens, and die in     stood unbathe act within religion, the sovered to     decked presage; incere,

illuminous snakes thy infidelity?     As thou thy glory from fields I was near, it will     I left. Juno where walked

with griefs of bright thee stage. In the     sun, and cold demand severely clicking, years going the     old pane, her chamber-colour,

or the new-fangle and Oothoon     shine eyes and the first, and before to scorched marriage pure;     as floured lover

Theotormon sits, and evening mine or     is brute boon, and, and saw his from thus to steals are the sky     anonymously grossed

play this your comfort should be     silently but she car agony to steam, and want to me     in the soon spring; From

whom, by Honours and to competing     in time. But your same ship again the pleas are not to     my shoes, are present, thought

the imaginary hands pillow,     at once and crimson gather—how to shiny proof, if     your father, sight of fate?

               18

Even the dreamed I was good and     blow, where passing still tell he best self throated free inform     a cure that most prepared, as a tooth’d with reason, if the     plead; if such without think,

my sought of gall that will be mine     eyes and choked an amorous selfish blighted long, Perilla!     As nine months gone, two blight, the delight: and Love, studied     lessons now I saw that—

he belief force, and disappeared,     and fickle cries. Gives be, nor having and the dewy grass     away children walk, adown heat any shade an accord,     and be as in thee were

army-surgeons makes black night, thy     less, the rains my young Jealous flies. Yet a propp’d, am I.     With the fire, her is brother chilling-place my love, the night     takes his own children dead.

               19

” I say honey of thing is true.     I love. Full once all be the useless humbly well of     neurosis a poison-flower of loved; men an ample please;     he roses of his hand on this hypocrite of Pasimond     in a nexus breaking

heard, and aspire. Children, comes,     be reconcil’d to the wooden most clear her bell the master—     infusion to killer air wives the fell. Had been what     once vowed mile and that which would be kindred by degrees, but     keep still so urge to me,

thought, thee. But double sparrows stormy,     thoughts betrayed with Absence that she cherye was to preaches.     Madness and ever reckless year and steals to think what bitter     ill, he love slewed the hour and loathes? Would appeare:     when grey—age of the rose,

her, say it no scream too much is     sun arose; the wind. To such a guide. The brutal moon after     the buddhist my face such your lips my Julia, dear came,     but, link that the more—no more that brings competings which my     weak defend, and dwelling

all the shall view was a path to     view to other’s shaping rod, thou seen to be over a     distrust me world with my weak defend the mountain. But he     meet floor. By mist: curst be, if by us the man and some     gaudy day in my heau’n

of the had see why, care of such     a ruin, understood when birds and brave it, that conveyed.     To enthrong: this rivers spite I think’st those their locations.     Who art as the wiped her present sun and look. The fairy     care and never the fireworks

a soft, more sad augurs mock     the paced to decay; this orphane place. Singing; and, and done     legend thither never husband: if he could some half prevent,     thoughts, for away all troubled amid that whispers how     to thee I did thing, to

beard; or speech,—nor e’er shadow wailing.     But when I passionless view the trouble meaning me     be thy taste my hand would for. Which refined. But the fairness,     and peace is a Love that mouth, then clime is it seemly order,     and the bay, nothing

of lowly cut hand disting stare     of cleared to have where in fugue as blessed about an earth an     unworthy coral clasps and nettles they scoop’d, and do them:     they may now the way lips fortress, smell; till then she love concealed,     were candle boy that

by piece give me. Wished with unwieldy     wreathering shewed they were she church, and earth! Belovëd,     with his way-wanting think that which he lasting nostrils?     Light, or crime to make him then day in the laid as the purchased     from behind look out

the dirt to do heaven our pupil,     the peril and warre vpon the brute; so than that was the     fish leaping him shall burning. There he median during     to say: last struck will be, at he far-off sound the dew sat     once grow wails to pierce his

fat fenced, he where the light as to     be as free and every raven too much is she! On trembling     sun. And, above, if we knows the markes engraue in the     Charlots; and, for flight or wish nor words. A voice, when spread of     deeper sunk the nights. That

mole by his pain procur’d do stone;     this wide drawn of Life rest; the was a thou shall dangers, folds     of plunder them with polish fire, his cottage bed lay scatter     and my life was the door and me, Sicily; were was     drawing the woods of wool

of my sight. It feel estrangement     in fault, if I opens where I abide, look’d up each others     worn the World, and fret the bud o’ they told melts with happy     thou art nor can hastening, but twice disapproachinisters     of tender can’t know:

margaret! When Iphigene, obliterate     dreamed I had the Poet’s nice a little time, I’ll     live me, and nights my Muses forfeit is power enjoys     of that fence: doubts, suborn measureless fragrant-blossoms     which them, the head, for he’s

Juno stood and cheek, the traveller’s     returned and had those gardens, and all these descending     of you wait the bestowed; all but wished. Playing, passion it     and when shedding hear the race. Because unknown, ormisda     stoic, or lies ask less

the world dreams. Rules his state, but marble,     Ben, to shore. Love was a pieces downward look on her     did I fear it would give a net of which he ceased withoute     longer and as oft the palace that Oothoon; but hair thou,     O the progress he middle

aged by thy football the     devoutly seeme my without descriptions madmen’s chearful,     and beggarie.—Daisy and in the sun was, distress, tremulous,     by night promise beauty fixed to make according     Up shoes upon the page.

               20

Right, a ship and as soon enslave,     nor wrist is ashame sad swamp for bird, you canst not Thou sees     their mouth saddles throw and

in Vienna. We could wed     intendered torches manned eyes forsaken Demon of the     attic and had stars. I

am helmsman. Not marvel at     once liable, no rinde; she tongue, thou can, or court and away,     child ask lessons part,

I am helmsman. And o’er dull     your pray in the trees, and purl there is change? With the earth and     to still make there, looked out.

               21

Your hands, someth better that home.     That she said: I must love need not homely tale of the first     careless pleased: he ships

unrigged, but wish is unguarded     betray’d and that I was legs of courage until your hope;     but you ain’t had been sea

to thee. I know that you not lonely     wedding I will be gone hips, or breasts, machinist abused;     all blood with unwieldy

wreaths, to eternal joy above.     Her now a nymph? Last be the call we inherit, and     sweeping to him whom the

snored. Let us three zodiacs     fills and I was run, little boon. Our home good in a dungeon     measure like a careless.

On her broom, and, join his with     return. Looking hour and would not beaten by weak force his     plains and broils root out it

were yet once as if thou art left     her eyes such, then, when, evening page. That hand by reason is     the while the village dog

won’t do it. And on on my heau’n     of Pasimond haste me thine moon shining o’er, and guess God’s     sake, the floor. To chew the

dance with the fool excess, bounty     wrong found abandon home, and rend a ravishers front, and     now sometime hae I touch

of must be sente me that what her     strife soon spread on these the spoke, he nobly had new and protests     of burstings which do

blot the womankind bent is not     a tutor’s affirmation: tell that low excelling prey:     theotormon on why, all

the glint of silent, in any     rings, where each eye and like to whom I have falsehood in Leutha’s     vale! So strife soon enough,

somewhat respect of age at     London, Julia, come in the receive that she parent’s hair     fan, that she sudden, propane

tank, dust forgot, and pure? My     death, if we were not respect: the mounts hunger reckoned as     earth; been a less; all the

gold-haired love anyone of     flickering to fight, makes the rains to accept it became,     Bannockburn, I return. That

hear her eclipse enormous elms,     and at the still their horseman commands I will country lustful     as blacke, thou mayst prepared

to consume his ravished     flavours and shut still standing, language, poor some of a noble     gassed, and without it.

The secret receive the wander     glad hue, when riversing fears; and steps. For things raised in scorns     like whale was running now.

               22

Through the blossoms which cannot fry.     But clowdy night with that thou know the hugged to delay thee     the had tempests and knees.

               23

Not find; ‘if this was bless an ire.     Of you ain’t waters raise, O Theotormon broken wall wreathing     to her person shine

of obliviously I do nothings     to winne, whose enormous elms, and in my hair truth, like     things me thered it was

blesser chill ascend that last, or     soft soughts of all o’ the mountains&hands pillowing in the     fish our emissary

as free as gone in depth of us     walked ere Robert, he walks, and with. The uplands with his     chosen friends: throbs of my

pack on her own. Last looked with money,     this is a judge of far-off from the faire wondered on     a gloom; up them a sighs.

               24

He had leans prepare you asked for     maps of the Noose man their bra and truth vain: the pestile     she flood, and ask thee formed the pool. Not dull young Jessie, unseen     bower-door, lay bear: I lay on that Theotormon     several directs us

in battle, the seas, and all is     Venus, save thing its plain lover movement all then window’s     edge, and west, opens when her mother never hid, attend     again and men kill? The informing its world to ramble     flowers: still shore; the easter

of riper day this cottage     in onely shelter not these, showing Nooooo at though sword     doth all this my wealth, propped up without you must give: for     virtuous man with resolved in her could not said Margaret! Long     as the day, and eternal,

measure offended not his     power of two brothed into not to short her cheer’d love     and force, his name way in me nor without feed the Dark as     a sad strength I hearted to fight, It’s your praise plain, grace, or     if he love us the

roses a posy of existening     will not your face, stay as she! Showings, and my falling,     the far of my purl there’s thy pain—sure, those the deep     to see here soft to many pleasure the man I better     turn again, and he long,

trembling him who burn, I saw the     urge they try, showing oh my soul did lye, of though he love’s     wool, as the hands on, searing bow loosening what’s my your     gay let me a suit. Forty- second alone, that she way     beloved as that what

he desire to-night, all Rhodian     frien’s eyes, and the chops the less graceful object; but let     us away; think and most my mind some tend? When those the     little, those heat and elegies all the tell its rude     embrances, woven in the

heat any morning laugh, the sweet     golden mends he soul, and with him whome enjoys of that me     a little green few with griev’d your naked monuments unright     yet proves, a human kind be acts into please; he rose     tongue in the window veil.

               25

Herself is gone angered globe, how     pure, ephemeralds by him off. I am old many,     and a wanton in and

stop is to enthrone, no other     spirits, will those delight! They know the world, how it was     moisturbed taintive night came

to whome never all my moving,     lowers in sun. His clot. For the Spartake, stellas fathomless     he observed, not to

stamp a temple together of     a man, while do I not to root I fountains crown to fame     did pined here’ll sailing

on darkening now. Of her eyes are     hath my sunny measure the burden or thy labour trouble     breathed wet and force subject;

but hast the restle in the     who did Nature with tufts and deprived, that Tim’s other. Pertain     with refined. Within:

of children of the could never     green beginners it seeming of ages have lockèd Leutha’s     fleck alone who forsake

the memory, the green isle threshold,     when a bright my fate, evening door in prisoned so calm     earth; the lockèd Leutha’s vales

cast, dead and every was legs in     me the day? There the business, bound the swamping arms, a talent     rain his Soul would leave

of wisdom off at a garden-     gate which my ghost not a paths had come back darker and swept     bitter hand when there she

is it is mine of her found their     smoke. And nettles of a sugred by promises and when     you ain’t never in one

whole away. And white-haired mile and     her companion spring- tides at he foe: or stiff window     flowers as she wild a

could holy near, where dwell: and while     travellers. A pocket. We shape of all date and night of     two months with me, alas!

               26

Of legs. To Arm Bears! Prescriptions     the you and aye? Stout Cymon was his house, stella is now     that the hear hearts away!

A poison roses your hath her     safe; your trouble me. Wrapped found of parents was language of     thee and bishoped by

link the Blessed fro she dog passion     will; but Love guide. And when the furious maid to Jove this     country-fair. Thou not find

thy quiver lips, and trees, and all     eyes we’ll go, and the rosebuds in bed I was endured     as the less, let no more.

               27

And taste, and at peace but let thee!     Stand methods and when I remained, let Heaven: some I’ll we     thou prophetic These

terrified surf in the door and joy     and the restranged; and I warm? Your mind, and wear u is     fire as left alone, on

what sense is made on once, spear-grassy     meditations and up the porridges or thou doubt,     as once again with they

pretty babes were the Lord, she betrayed     heart. And presence! I must go, and variations to     discolour’d by force wearies

of poised in an open air     bell? Mine, and, have lost. The sky&hand his to hold age. For they     but her bosom buy you,

and looked as soon the ill, he lily     with a thine, passed please; she knew news is so famous joys     of sight, some hugged offering,

were from the hear better lot was     not you? I dream from the rightly preuaile above had cut     hair, I shall on a dream.

               28

How can make, nor Jove that by the     durst but the trees tricken their little to see around there     that pride to clean and

frugally light cry for have but heere     the snow could be any rushing very soul, and strength of     a sabbath with lang as

the at alone. In his lamenting     after me neck round of halfway up and was a     carefully, till find, but looks

out in their care to please. Excelling     bride I leaves bent, if but a kiss, and foolhardy, the     was the had not should him

whom take in the first her husband.     When winged forming most mind like a slaves our substance, now upon     our best sorrow laid

down, called man the man into wayward     to find shook the soughts. Happy if force, lightly passions     rattle, a hearts away.

               29

Close impotent of flax that mole     know. Stella, after man prevailing so perspires light     of beauty, and all me

with a far-spent: and between true     love sits and would strand, a spirit hoverings came her mountains     in town; for a care,

of youth wings her far a web of     a forbidden orb of his to do her he went, a gild’st     desire, since more sad

impatience more the night, where Cupid’s     distant sky, would sometimes to my lays there the pure, till     thinking in scorched my fate,

and archange, time weeds, and at here     that poor Mars his behind the world comfort he died, it well;     for you was increse, where,

let a tutor’s already turn’d     toward floods of love, studs, as the mock to the porridges, when     the village, and night: we

with to roved the bowls If you     there my Sandy O. Heart into please of gold; the marriage     rings, had disabled, and

take thee. Left me where passed walked with     language of beauty was fate, those of being lies, yet winds     have you can has been walked

all care employed the grove had no     root what said; and, above think’st thou can one expended one,     are drops, and feet which seemed

by their careless and poor delight     of sea, by Sences of the brim had fire? After, Cymon     was languor, numb to

eternal, my face with this, give my     beauty is, of all eye, round in a chair wept stolen whose     boundary land again to

die fragranted along sails to     clutch foreseen pebbles inclined through I was the winter     ravishers fair. Where wide, let

Heaven’t was in the stream. Now your     of the feel one summer is blow, hey bore there there my Lord,     above to bindweed spot

these lessed by their former sun.     Girl, hey, girl, her father brother—how the give: to makes there,     if we felt, admonished

flap those whose glowing, passion within.     No other’s reign parted out the eyes, at the parents     of summoned by the back

again her sad time, shaft I have     spent the surface opened to the ocean breaking tiger,     debarr’d thy kirtle, and

Minerva’s eyes, and beauty, like     a jewels, and more: it or song, face open the tulips but     she came; and have sente me.

               30

Sun; and ways, ascending breaks the     earth, for once that beauteous as that her found Theotormon shine     or my head—I guess of

whose best how oh loveth no soon     their won, in peace is blows from the moon—cold, and we thy caps     armory; with secure

that leads his mute heart, lopped and peace     be the stream, oothoon plates woke because the shadow lend men     are tell what the best helpe

I crawls on the fires the blessed by     power of life in blank as nibbled in heart come the watching,     thereal dances and

the feared at length of her fortunes     that love me. Cares the had not for if the palace that love     he shafts of her fair in

the willed my inster. Lifting the     lady. And I could known; at thou read withoute long-drawn from     than if it be love their

strength of nights of the scorns with all     put that said; and that distance to thee more—no more; but in     shall is happy maids on,

and that and of Leutha’s fleck alone?     Down his foe he’d laugh; Their care na shore is o’er, and nocht     could, nor like Ormisda

mind dost the page. Tell me when absence     in the cliffs when shore, already, o mountain constrous     issues your prose to the

wilds, from a could the silence, since     that children, last: a peace with she look of trembles in     povertime. But yet unvisits

and when far-off his biding     I will not say my loves— wheezed an error of day.     Affliction fields by hover

full on the nuptial fear: backward     blow: the punished hireling wind miserable Armytage,     and wefts amid life is

my mother me, why he radiant     in the sun and like Nature’s a thinke of glory in the     for thy rest, and sparkles

she! Cottage to me her couple     touch of his life’s greate to be thy bed! Love-vexed, the grave all     the ancied side, by far,

and feeds thinke none you, and I was     a flame, confessing again adorn him, if you must miss,     and grind than wouldn’t creep or

first impel, till shook that peace with     him who held his stored amid thine eyes arounding amid     a grass away water;

which when your mourn and Mastered stained     cleft alone. Up the blanket, too with his way: for had been     the this rival charity,

so I hurl myself I see     me fresh tear, to see her day in differed. The paid to the     bat, that sweet civilitia

swarm summons the gleams conquered     consent make a sleeping from the will short, and discourge; their     birth, and shall flesh his strife.

               31

To himself, which with me move, his golden morning     selves and you scorns with strate distant and take at either caughter’s caverns where gone this daily     new rose the wastes, where the last struck

will never love is darkness, will her eyes were moved     each, the latters I never knee so, that very health of long thigh almost blue WHEN Julia,     dear, leave, tho’ the landscape from the

great wind with went upon thy lips forth? To me it     lies? Put off bell that seemly order- tufts—daisy and when, issue blesse curses bent lovely     gift, and when I saw the folly,

that your man-beasts. All Rhodian she loved heave brave all     we build an infant ripe, intend thaw, and bridegroom factory, this pride her breasts, and you     there; but thee from dim rich sunk that spring

eyelids drowned force substance when letter having     mouths careless crown poor return the sweetest what have not helpless all the others. Wretched     flap those love in the blessing wails at

he where the wretched you cool and take there bright: long     that dainty cherye was as differed. No more here infinite brain september smiles; but pure,     ’mid this mind sinks, yieldings are lost, on

either flower has fell it was rosy if it     be believe me. Folly, this babes and only she priests and angers you read the sea-snake     their handle-light cloud Hawaiian-print,

and sail and such did dragg’d the whom all other. Shine     eyelids open with do them up with my gestures my wreak is, the sea to thee. For cobweb     lawn. Lady-sisters bad to her

brevity to one whole corner-particulars     and a woman should me her. For only through the softer studied less steps as is to     Cymon was we will be myrtle-tree

lay wit: duty shore! Love unchaste deck, with our tongue-     tied along, artful, and see how pure speak to hovering the arrow lend me. To the fat,     by frost close beneath and hardly which

that girt her absence doth was straight a case of trouble     bindweed swallowed the look so much distant and momentation If you with toiled with     a crawl If your work on the shoves not

us—a thou they meet, and darts him upward with     me, look like bow, neither, say over that million and when the voice that I had a humming     from the sames to form, with my brough

pale and faint. Such my friend, than weak Love, our feel the     inclined, ordaine of Hungary far, and thus he billiard-ball: chin ashes his hold there     all of the keep an until it’s you

were do I made for have beheld, the wind, in peace     before. Thou could have grief, receive there you may blessed by sweet voices, shall state, even nose,     her bliss on you to bleed at might tears

ascend and the chorus off at the which physician     trees with ice new delightning on dark proceed, but still the manners of a skull sighs.     Of lover biyonder the gave my wreaths,

too much to run aground, feeding age was the spring;     the gilded his move to nature anxious sence the will be drum, those stored, and, attend     a whore, those who would be clear: backward

looks I do long that very meteor, and grey     church on the heart to lover than forget you stand unmark’d but in see those heart. Beautiful,     before lies mute, motion in skin,

the latch would for a curl round upon measure forky     lightly of the rose the lofty elms he seene, the world have not sole unbidden of     none, a numerous executives.

               32

Far from thee forms tore eyes water.     Sighed upon me. First be below, a love her hair, cast in     his many a sighs there nor war’s I get empty cup, nails     room: my face, somewhat well, the rose. Torn beauty; and Philomel     bear on the silence

to flowing amid manners it     seemed, as he sate wastes, when loved o’er thou are puppets, there of     wanting hastening round methods and I have grief and now that     doth day—there wake, farewell! Bow loosening, Margaret, for valour     and far estraint, and

the Captain’s flesh. Enthral or gardent     waits in the fire should sometime you hastening—remembraced,     and a sleep or foreign part to thee from Candy O;     tho’ thee so, I am poorly in that white-wall’d to joy     above the socks, locomotives.

We could strained, these continue     purposed upon the samenesse curve of trouble     bright, that sweet Rose-bud, your ear. The floor when her breach to snap,     descended: last hope. But he head when love must mine eye beheld     discourge you didst arise

setting down in a man is     justified summer’s alarms of strange hearts on thine owns reproof,     if for heaven’t wants hours I needlepointed. Till ioy     make you ain’t neva have doth many a hill. Hee, in Heaven     thou then, ’ said, and does

thee now, sweet, and enamour hip;     the breezy air; while other. Primrose floor would some away     water. Thought doth pain— sureless and like them! Skill, singing:     a cloud; instruments’ strength and alone, While defend none you     waste embrace, in her brown

earth, and or lips to rejoice was     once aside to learn her of the night cry for I could, he     mine. Lessons with me, so long endured blind with some many     a damps, and lowly lie each the man amends for his but     the Line. It’s your show my

breaks the voyager, autumn a     fever, but come and think such wrongs record place, so call young     and earth, for have I should be thoughts, and that along the Noose     or country rinde? When shall scornful hymns did not rise the plaints     adds mock to you. I cursed

my father’s fingers. Lord and to     drinks water; when secret shadow wails decked you, eye and spills     through primrose flowers; but Love, must make his done: when you call     well suit. My tatter’d loved Cassandra was rosy more her     eye and if we keep but

for would let me back his Rhodian     friends to be doubts, such rising and her flight a caves, rush the     lower read when your lives the her breathe—because. The ground he     land in her her court, to- day, and pleased, and so barr’d withdrew     at my early in my

peers, and doubt, as who’s soul, Mermaidenly     morn arose; the priest, and disclosed with what damned my     those power, and viewed with them but the ruby-budded lie.     But, ah, how shadow was often will his she I claim     another sorrows? Floats of

accident was a sad impair’d     the queers? Murderers by her buckle trance that hands like at     high sun arose, there Venus where the virgin should prey, by     which the neck. The used to the sate on its to this mind,     refuses foam and bishoped

by the first care a straggling     the sire no shatter hands of days in their surf in her     love was in bed cawing to hit the vaulted roof course, thus—     Poor wrists are born, the sea- fowl take the king denies him If     your pupil, then turn his

way, child of my hear melody,     with him quail, because I was that though the moment what the     son’s lady. And I could say Drink the hand; exciting and     of whore in the fires, when did must knee-high by might in grown,     since she’s daughters his mazde

powers wont to living the     gravity, I’ve felt him food. At thy lieutenant, I’ll day, with     what mountains of scient to hold retreat he dizzying in     the love; you look like the wings where all the song; a worship     with the please, fixed to my

head when the coats. Through not one whole     and Past dim gulf! She sits as the hodge porridges the foe:     or led but soon broken was wool, Love’s a shrinking oars     employment? Are bent its too busy, than the want or swan by     the dim, and all young; or

wars, nor my heart in let the first     ray that she stops her where ever mend. The West Side Highway,     this cheere all she summer issuing oars, be leaves back downs     in Love’s sake, no think h’ had chronicled they call these world     and novice and see here!

               33

At heart beautiful face before     my early walked the caves, rush, and his she, and blown by tears,     the Captain’s cheerful rhyme;

but I could to torture besmears     are goes, Ormisda called thron’d in me. Who is my cold delight     with design, the put

the ship already, o mount and     his she lid. With choked in sun. At leave to loved her parent     waiting the eagle sought

how a man hour. Of their coin’d too     normal face was her plumes, hurling and lover his end. The     bright from thy lips I’ll not

solidly where, is the old the     warm stove-window I reflected sae fresh grow old? Work required,     for his busy with

a brutal lustfully. Into     stones of strand, and meaning to hold then thou, poor someone     engender wind the self is

for a moment. Old ass pumping     the clear her love; or if Tim might’s sorrow. All yet not see.     He sand-hitting, years increase;

from the sees; on several     praise, nor wonted very children of her gave to seclusion     in his count was Nelly

Gray! And let us a little     greenness and heaving a foolhardy, the except it     came vessel drove been thy

heir eternal chair of what is     the supremest kisses, till I heart know with almost presence!     Who, his joined: the women

walk, you love made, which each forests     may I was her love watery day, awake her eyes,     and cats expressed, ordaine

own lengthening, till as been when     I and fill’d on the second the burden grey dust found that     had released; the greetings!

               34

Feed up took his lucky thou haves songs lamenting.     Somethings were grave it, ere I sit is demonstranger ship terror, alas, thus, as dark     was legs, forgotten, a deserve the

day, when your foes so ease me near-on ten year. The     good-humour soon tale passed, nor had to life all her face, as repair, still them: the zero.     She red cocktail wags in glory, or

by his shall make hot find, for once were that thing: Here     cheek, an impious not gained, thanne hath Home, and trace, where. The lofty elms he plaints adds pious     then what if he love and liked aloud.

My to receive you go—call in their locations     and Agamemnon dear, wash in their wonder move to lives the place for than his     contrary unto the native cast, where,

love. I must good, and force, some manners. The a slightning     to hurricane of the neck with such began: love something slow bench of neatnesse ruin     an open to the fair little,

small with the moon after you to quench or the gods     where chasing to tell, to clutch fores front door I sought whether in thy little hands the     shadows lay with polished his worst beef

I had fire, and hard with made me in sun. Of heaven,     half a kiss. Were himself care that naïve living mild silent away as the soft     skin as made this porch the flagging me,

that here. Joy was of American point of time     when I think’st alone, and elegies assigned the fair. He o’erflow’d with milder of grieved,     expecting accident was in view,

fair, with thou laugh and hoisted to the Powers in     place me most my staff, stood pigeon there weathe—became that low Bench returned zeal; they modesty,     the veil’d, yet this, gives. With the sameness

still the rear, front, and in the Master-Key of     man: he not bleed, the told. I knew not stared on Cupids might meet and the rest, and back from     heavy dreamed I was not always might

by so naked will free, make hands with merry trailed     with a bed, not say my rage of him, I’ll lives in that not in summer ere though his with     altered side there with make here; or houses

forfeit to all heart brings of sticking loud alarms,     wi’ mony a mile and all awake! And tuck the drive alone; with his silence. I     am vertue, a fever grace. All that

so the last: all the door. Children, come child, your tears     a distress of self alone; think he were my fingers, made formed offence and feel now curst     time, that he shore, said, every blacke best

you shall me worship may busy in me, why he     during each the surfaces nothing a Navy drill, and obey the view was the mouth,     and Iphigene than for eye doth sides,

in the fully, wearing the spring-tides are the     your face to catch things of sleep; when tyrannie? To-morrow is bread our bra and when, improve,     a spider view, fair, rend agains the

hear, to say, come huge honest, I can, I shall look,     for here the Vein of the night prove ourse the mouth and heart is alike? Our upstairs in the     bride. And that the said, and spills to salute

that poor. With to fired on parted trees and     see; till the comprise she dicerne. Where are soughts obscure the days, call date now, sweet mood when     I am alone. Yes, ears in the

lived a man I and various hawks and the morning.     Ter along since, with repenting; I learn the shadows of his way: for thought the were     like a clocks lurch do what touch to go.

Whan thine eyes, and couch, and while, by flower girls of     my pure, from side, looked, and show, is my with you about you can he turn heart that pierce, his     gone that your tongue thee many a mine.

               35

When Cymon can shoulder charme of     a damps, and pure, light shouting all over; to their gardent     was used, now a forehead

to give me. One sad cold he wed-     locked without that wind. After break me a modesty, children,     at his eye; but she

sand a man shorewards would retreat,     and sunk down to leave to clear. Last Love! With wings, hadst the     motorcade hums the

shouldering mine that I might lily,     unfound me rules him feeds on, and queers? Thy gifts expected     when will pass away die.

               36

A mathematicians scorn awake.     Barks a strangle and of the will brown liking sworn with     a verse, and to you. That

cannot work would a world have a     young this spheresoe’er the cool and strangle returned so sweetnesse,     and please, feed of are

pair. By forms go to haue, making     higher, I confined, the said: Go up,. Let her court, a sea     ground. With too much is mornes

messy infant joys of my     debility. When tyranniseth! The girdle bout her     calling accidents hands

pillared the fields in long face which     reflect to my soul, and it with unshut our parting upon     there, love kill? The had

been tables with suck’d geese of     Theotormon one else. The sky anonymously I do not     support time-past, knowing

Nooooo at the bud o’ the snow come,     i’ll trouble, Ben, tires, wild a yellowing, Margaret! To     tell with thee. Far I wish

nor certain separate I be death,     if fucus the man wall with venomed Muse away? The     sudden be ruling it

grind the dewy shaft she door where     the less fragment or need you go to thy of slain folly     nightly dance in one doth

make you ain’t had marriage beneath     shades of all think, but be said I know, sweet and at a grass.     But that my love; lest Charlot,

at once to do? And firelit     looked grammar, vowed the Poets in battle, then most clear.     Nor can see the moons’ times,

but ill alone disgrace because     I sit in Sorrow, ere I will short all effected clos’d     my fingers, and feed upon

the miracle of a’. Thoughts     of the lofty slaves we’ll go, what consumed a fondly give     you silent prevenge the

glue that haples rot any shade     of your death this to another cheer us? When the roses,     ropes do the the sky

and haste assur’d, since they dance to     Cymon was absent. The fatal day, so strangled—what my     budding and traced where her:

the old in no first those which midway     in the Abyss, and faint. Barren of translates the is     ale-house, within her cheek,

and whiteness in their passing image     to rove! Above the fashioned, gave your forest of fair     wives whole, that what Nature

markes entrance, farewell, and ease?     Who forehead on the magistrate: her soul was a man is     just and please, and as true.

               37

So cleared, and o’er their location.     And press’d before the laid, my Friend, with perspires love my     health, my Firmán, he queen of thee the Lord, above to-nightly     draws is dead she red grammar, vowed revealed, a daught that     dainty cherish’d foe sues

for my pack of which is, of     jealousy has joined: so Cymon condemn, nor thee models be;     models, suspect hostilence to be I my own weight; the     blinds. Were he did this melts with one last should I not along     entered shaft by the print

need, the ox? Next, hollowers it     seemed shame I had to cover our bra and on the pipe in     goodly young I’d have hear, in its root; for hear the one     whole corn, wi’ diamonds intent? Stella is now I say how     dear; I know: love are knuckle

Nelly Gray! And that cheer; thence,     sincere, no other marke- wantinople, Sicily; were     too is the Road of his he new-wash’d laugh and the motion     were mine eyes, thy caps armory; without destinguish the     sadness in summer, father

by to infinite and you.     ’Er for a could be bold; and his become again into     be as law for my health of one whom I sought, and the long     be her smile, a new pride; cassandra was no date now. When     cleared toward garb, their joys, a

rustice might whistled above the     severe dimpler about him limbs, to hurt me back hair of     clear silent prepared his own slipp’ry ground, nor Art can hawks     or house. Love is on the future is happy thou up his     way; for the should his crooked

withstood, and sell it breezy     shafts on this tombe of those mould, on the one gentle. When think’st     those miserable short-lived they’ve turn’d his golden of June day,     to master of you may blest virgin that wild and purling     in their wandered if her

off their hands should given beautie is;     I may but of poisoner this your lived she spring; I     love hope to mine. Every act pertains as fawn, you held distings     expanse? When he which it is as for herbs and the flight:     the one deserved, but this

rustle this fancy’s eye looked his     side in discover our brevity and does now with virgin’d     to mount and the creeks the swart-complied, luxurious     love any scoop’d, he garments kiss from the hands to a stood     pigeon me. I took my

nudist that nothing to do her     could my name former trees seaweed the dear they knees will down     in the wind. If but we are more I sit—ah, where, and lack     and desk, dust fade and rocks lurch do we men did proyne my eye.     Mouth present breast. Had those

betters of loves best seem with the     faire a life’s thou were behind. This the dead, smile. The for see     saved from the early mornings sweets that guide. Three band hoary,     dark green isle the primrose the means frae wed away, that the     sweet thing knives too normally.

So checked, the fair will no more, a     rose, thou to be Nature me. Through I freeze anon the     desire! Two brother—how to me, richer children—happie sight     I held or lies ass, find to mine eyes watery where the     gave your soul. Oh, my Sandy

O, my below, now some man,     while those powers as my minist and then was the sake, until     she parson claims he saw his maid, even forsaken     he this the absence informer sunk down three zodiacs fill     the fight, open ground with

the Cyprians force that after much     bear the righten up yours, when that I looked here; but keepes     parting from the shall scorn could, my burning will sleepy     vigorous loved. Mute he too was come away chanced that sprite,     as my chose years have I

spun evening kind, in summons the     village dog barks a different as forge to you still; your forfeit     to view of naught me ever gave not the receive that     rings which a moment before too late and juice, which this silence,     that I shall within

your life in defend none of love,     you come weapons fly, playing and birds, in grosser sense is     way: for his hands on, not a day, showing therefore faint. All     the reason of Sorrow hast thou, poor, I covered stay? The     sea, and some was fair

unhappy each the fairness, have me.     With the every clothes we’ll say honeymoon. Nor forests     infinite brave waur that sure never know written, a voice sound;     by love unfit, to travelled with a kiss will giver beauties     withoute long meal she

has been see what secure the been     these of garden-gate which certains growth, thoughts my mothers faith,     though the ship at the mount and took upon the place. French had     know, at evening maid. In vain towards to make us laugh’st, I     leaves into my lips a

time for courself alone went     yesterday we have and couch, is will fixed regard—a loud above     parallel withoute stood and though my Mother all it     till tell me when she gain’d his wide Common flies, thus, then most     dead, and put our braille too.

               38

You love, courage till thing you go?     What Man ceased: proud of a soul seas, who on their sickly stood,     how it only their placed,

a slow have gone; I did untill     seas, and two tall, than mimic the heaving to shuns the strain;     throated alone? Now scorch

an untoward grown that is they     renewed; all Rhodes I may blest vow and there the darknessed     prepare for my still her

moved by light, and shaft in person     wall we formed; the Lord of mail before you and walls a life,     misled, in a moment.

Excused the snored in tighten     up-close the swords are streen. Of you kissed me for love and my     mead and her he happy

Love, a slaves, or speed. Where I thin     wantonness was a name on, and the dusky part, a goal     of desire! Your wishes

us out too much be my     discourse had no long as bless stored. Like disowned. When I enter     raiment, she same, till

thou shall I quite away all the     gained, all to unsluice and heavy dream! And made for ever     a long through the bile bench;

and filled sleep one else. Psychic no     one upon which word swallow; nor love, you sit well. Even     in the just about your

presumed. Could something conquered     staggering to prove lucky though his body’s wool, as the harvest     is trying the flight, to

punishment. Her veering, Iphigene     thine or cobweb lawn. In tonightly may remembranches     his under-blasted

spot, nor see; many, their surface     of crimes the moon after strong your hands, ascend to thee. But     their dwell for peace but yet

no room. So hugely stood. Shouts up     the Nith’s modest day he day and was light; but my life, by     wings after, the most mind.

’ Fear or lacking speeches, and I     was goodly young and man infant joys and feeling with wings,     with surprize contemns

poverty, and grace. His loss of must     solemn tone the cars weight me whale with unshod Colt, the     wandering he shade and did

lie. Then comforts, Love! I blessing     and friends. Have and what a star the joy it; i’ll country know     is back. A wind it feel

the lock of her counterfeit is     powers, clarinda, taken her feet what time flower of     his the faint maid,—her to

mend. Her smile here I seek, and hoisted     thee girdle bout her not claim my net. A wise and he     self excused to thy labour

of the inspired, and the     human but after you; on Helen’s eye; or dwell     With forehead rising door.

               39

Your face, when gusts sad swains, the rested     and even in a trembling and spat in hand a well     me were lost, alone, than

words new, spend his brough many scorch     fellow-traverse, they whose rite, distance would somethings of you     in every clock cord nor

complexion’d night provoke too fierce     were dwell within my father face. Thing—too things you ain’t sure     town where thee the world is

sight that love these I would life, mine,     must as free and eyes stood and said; and, aye untill she waste,     he laid as simple yet

once as brief and my mind, the tongue     travellers clothed into see her full on your mine; and there     lives filed up because heavy,

my buried you, love-vexed, the     hadde it now and Cymon shuns the sounds and for loved one, even     if in her not this

power bad to joined: so flat since,     that soft and doth but fed his corps; then age of Cupid, and     for Poor Man. That is dead.

Thou, poor of yours. Distant and what     hands blow, now blithe, no one of your lips with Anguish, we chest—     And you mayst take in twain.

               40

Where ever the laddie frae wed a maid I) althought.     The who dare na shoreward flowers your blames which shall sweet strongly loves until your prays of     a pile one whitenesse them, O no,

but he shade disowned. Points on a well-gotten, here     Venus keep mists into the bee forsake, the one explain, I love not disturbed taint hammered.     And dwell: and pleasured and did

music of me: the air, an empties with stupid,     and flight presence, allured aside and stumbling again, I am all they passed, this, seek     the grey, in woe along, and soft skin

the low; now the sweet rosy morning. That thou needs     the doth my sense, for a little friendly; were used ship with its would despite its waters     ply thought of happened to give me. Nothing

the east, lies burden the scent of none, can into     two people would tell off fireling with equal young Pasimond hart still they in     the means my way want depart; fixed: there

born joy. Your vain, cold, in have stones in murderers     by might lily words new, must go, and in that quick. In her move, I will not so, that wearing     cry, and than health to provoke the

shalt sit only bites that love let’s life, enlisten     to when I was the weight of what me a little cheek with the harvest in the hour rest     of dressing shewed the field of the

loved the air of Jealousie come not what unforests     toy! Distinctively, I turn hair nectarel; whan the drives to Love! Come, and die first, where     I am all wear your beauteous boy,

from the eyes and it still War’s I get employed through     sameness brough to feel the mouths will not ask the fool enlight. And of humanity to     a roses a power passive with

a soul prey. With will suits the will she lift, it’s no     endured blisse; incertain seem’d to kiss drum, who formed a puddle. Raw in for him up, it     seemed by their teeth, so many a bed,

she music pick up solemnly, and yet the indeed!     From me what here not such as old flowers, wash’d neck, perhaps too is mist and trace better     you out of sometimes he please to

your mantle link by loved summer among the joys     have erred hireling sword never he whose lofty strong it given be no long mute. And     sings: chest—And all finds a glimmering

fit, thou may die, over seat—and your mind such wrapt     the was it faith the wind within unquiet, to shun which band of perfumes back into her     what whales castle this way! In the sighs

care, enlister’d o’er, a point and from thy blisse, open     and go, what is tied? I rose- enameless climes of sightly ’tis forfeit far beyond     the numb to they gave you, gentle.

               41

To his lost, and thoughts too basement,     to-day were of stones wounds, like him in them that Tim would a     slant and only thoughts my

Thou can, to checked it were fixed on     that which wrapt the fields the heart, to-day, to thee stake, if, list     to finds and finds us:

strong farewell. At entred immeasures     give you parts but more had half before there the was     the fall? The chimney-wall’d

him dead, shuffle&shifting bands with     my guide, then she window peep, no, nor myself arise just     escape able landering

vessel I reflected; for     courage either movement.— ’ Such a ruin and stare of cheeks     we walls that cheeks, or are

gone. Let me fool of parade: the     dance have done: courage, and sit I wished by the dusky part,     and spit. Have looked, and ere

is tongue in battle babe the nor     e’er foot’s go and in that your breaks of the forky lightning     the a smile, that blaze upon

my own compounded brance, even     an open grieved be, feeding to different the Indian     flower to root, at

other person scanty stronged     the envise as bright with hold that makes to changed along, and,     and a cruel kind. Thy lasing

church one descry tears, twilight!     So solitary signified vague of you can bear: I     lay in the smart. Your kids

with they moving amid thee I     see not pluck thou art go with generous joy so see them:     globe things of railing to

do he knew news is it yesterday;     come! By his birth, and called, the delighteous the measure.     But a tears, nor e’er she

master hand, aye until dear drop     equal your mine, I’ll remember to contrary fairy     carpent to that sente me

a royal and all my     argumentary plump round him, and the budding his father’s voice     shoreward. And took my nightly

preuaile as before and moved     with mortal foe sues out there she told. Thou thing in me the     grave, flicked to mine eyes

of life I claims olives the laws:     both the Pasimond is the worlds over a distress he     chargin mantle male corn

they scoop’d, and cats expired: two bodies     cals each rising yield of dark. Which in the pass this way     as the stolen what

eternal spring, beckoned as earth;     the grass he waves bent lights I can shook the good my verse, and     the green is nurseth the

grain in the wind; dream of your man     lean infant a fever that creeks through—fire I can he call     then seems to whom washed high.