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The Mill (Free verse) by vulcan Shades and lights and shades and lights
A windmill musing on the height
A woman's passing with her child
Another washing clothes nearby,
But what's that creeping in the dark?
The Artist's secret smile?
In that boat which silently departs
In that man's eyes worldly-wise,
In that Majesty Macabre
Among the things that always Are,
One feels softly immortal.
-"The Mill" is one of Rembrandt's masterpieces
Up the ladder:
Unveiled
Down the ladder:
Thanksgiving Dream Sequence
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Posted: September 27, 2002 11:14 AM PDT; Last modified: September 28, 2002 7:28 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.818182 Overall Rank: 10944 Comments:
Yep, very nice. 'softly immortal' is lovely.
Oh it's lovely wow contrasts are so cool and magical they're the mystery of the universe
'softly immortal' isn't a contrast - what meaningful contrast could be made between softness and immortality? They're not opposing values, but they do make a nice sound and evoke the idea that immortality is gentle and nothing to be afraid of. Which ain't that mysterious an idea. You come from a strange angle monsieur.
I'm afraid you know little of immortality. The immortal being wields power with an iron fist. Would you like to be immortal? Visit www.alexchiu.com today to find out more!
I think I shall order a pair of those rings. I'm quite convinced that this will work. But there were no testimonials by the immortal on the site. Is this a bad sign? Are you Alex Chiu? Come come, don't be modest...
amen to all of the above. *grin*
The vulcan... an alien who supresses his/her emotions to allow logic to prevail unhindered.
excellent poem. 279 view(s)
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they will remain;
Wind and rock,
Fire and rain.
Nice! 8/10