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Quintus: Lesson 1 (Other) by richa His mind withdraws, like the tongue,
too far back to swallow
the water of a lake, green as moss.
'What colour would you prefer,
you must drink' says the tutor.
'Make it the pale blue I know as water'
'but pale blue is the sky;
the green is the eye of the sycamore
that looks down on your lake.
Drink, for you can see the fishes.'
Up the ladder:
Martyrs in suburbia - (we wander like breezes)
Down the ladder:
Into the Wreckage
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Posted: April 22, 2004 6:08 AM PDT; Last modified: April 22, 2004 6:36 AM PDTWeighted score: 6.243854 Overall Rank: 931 Comments:
Tasty. Tasty like delicous little fishes.
nice. are there going to be more lessons or is this a one time thing?
This may be the first time I think I understand a poem of yours.
The lesson of the tutor is repugnant green. The student wants cushy blue. But the icky green is just a reflection from the sycamore. But what are the fishes - reflections of sycamore leaves, maybe. All sorts of nice implications here. Love it. 258 view(s)
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His mind withdraws, like the tongue,
too far back to swallow
the water of a lake, green as moss.
'What colour would you prefer,
you must drink' says the tutor.
'make it the pale blue I know as water.'
'but pale blue is the sky;
green is the eye of the sycamore
that looks down on your lake.
Drink, for you can see the fishes.'
Otherwise, ace.