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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: 4 poems
Date: Sat, 26 May 2007 01:13:00 -0400 (EDT)
4 poems http://www.asondheim.org/sl.mp3 (audio) http://www.asondheim.org/parti.mp3 (audio) http://www.asondheim.org/darling.jpg (image) For Byron (text) Behold, the morning watch was come; the vessel lay Behold, her course, and gently made her liquid way; Behold the cloven billow flashed from off her prow Behold, in furrows formed by that majestic plough; Behold the waters with their world were all before; Behold behind, the South Sea's many an islet shore. Behold the quiet night, now dappling, 'gan to wane, Behold, dividing darkness from the dawning main; Behold the dolphins, not unconscious of the day, Behold, swam high, as eager of the coming ray; Behold the stars from broader beams began to creep, Behold, and lift their shining eyelids from the deep; Behold the sail resumed its lately shadowed white, Behold, and the wind fluttered with a freshening flight; Behold the purpling ocean owns the coming sun, Behold, but ere we break--a deed is to be done.