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From Euripides' The Bacchae
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Appalled by the strife, misery,
And
grief that made my children sad.
I
made a special barony,
A
place for everything that’s b..
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Our undercroft had housed our
dead
Unseen,
in gloomy sepulture.
But
pagan chieftains much prefer
Barrows,
where height can show instea..
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suggested by Erasmus
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Clacking belongs to hollow
shells,
And
echoes stilled, and tongueless bells.
Toys
are made flimsier than tools,
And
sloth is banish..
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A hungry alphabet will flock
One
word to several things.
Taut
meanings have diverged
From
verbal hankerings.
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One of their neighbors is
afflicted
With
a fell spirit, lost, and doomed
To
roam alone among the tombs,
The
spirit’s fierce, but ..
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This sleep has sunk to catacombs
Where
dreams are dreaming of themselves,
And
where they slump to deeper shelves
A
dim and voiceless ..
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Some planets flatten at their
rumps.
Some
have grown a paunch, and not quite round,
They
wander from their orbital bounds.
Ellipses
bulge ..
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I got the idea for this one from Kafka’s short story Blumfeld, an Elderly Bachelor. Those weird bouncing balls really freak me out, like someth..
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