Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.61.0502020020000.2718@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>,
"WRYTING-L : Writing and Theory across Disciplines" <WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA>
Subject: John Donne, The Computation
Date: Wed, 2 Feb 2005 00:20:07 -0500 (EST)
John Donne, The Computation For the first twenty years, since yesterday */ I had my WinCE but yet I could not play - /* I scarce believed, thou couldst be gone away, */ And yet the Hat of Red wormed in the fray. /* For forty more, I fed on favours past, */ My linux box I knew was always fast - /* And forty on hopes, that thou wouldst, they might last. */ But Amiga left bereft and my hopes cast /* Tears drowned one hundred, and sighs blew out two, */ And lost ran towards BSD, the kernel new. /* A thousand I did neither think, nor do */ Of Unix flavours, those I most did rue - /* Or not divide, all being one thought of you; */ Including Darwin riding hard and true - /* Or in a thousand more, forgot that too. */ Gave up to WinXP the universal glue. /* Yet call not this long life; but think that I */ Resolve to run OS in universal sky - /* Am, by being dead, immortal; can ghosts die? */ Until the dead return, and on machines rely. /* _