Miami Vegan Blog
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Interesting SPAM MAIL
Someone sent this to me with an attachment to buy software at a discount. The poem they included is so worth posting. Don't know what it means but it sure is interesting ...
Down the long course of the gray slush of things
Rain. We are forced to fly,
Stunned in their voiceless way to be alive
The face of a Quos ego),
Clear-voiced despite its years, strong, eloquent—
Coextensive with everything? How could they know?
Of too much truth to do much more than lie
And melt the spirit; his mouth will distend
End of the comedy.
—The place the road ends, that patch of white paint
At the white place of the road's vanishing
In Florida, it's strawberry season—
Mère and Père Chose are walking away from the
Of a far barn, just where the road curves sharply
That square—Oh, 56 x 56
For any part of them we can make out
Merely a mockery of spring
With sun's warmth wasted on a stone,
XIII. The Route to the North
Down the long course of the gray slush of things
Rain. We are forced to fly,
Stunned in their voiceless way to be alive
The face of a Quos ego),
Clear-voiced despite its years, strong, eloquent—
Coextensive with everything? How could they know?
Of too much truth to do much more than lie
And melt the spirit; his mouth will distend
End of the comedy.
—The place the road ends, that patch of white paint
At the white place of the road's vanishing
In Florida, it's strawberry season—
Mère and Père Chose are walking away from the
Of a far barn, just where the road curves sharply
That square—Oh, 56 x 56
For any part of them we can make out
Merely a mockery of spring
With sun's warmth wasted on a stone,
XIII. The Route to the North
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