But statues must be challenged or they totter
Into a chiming quarter
Where, punctual as death, we deny the stars;
There, in his night, the black-tongued devils
The sleepy giant of winter polity,
Nor blows back moon-and-midnight as they blow.
They are the dark destroyers let them summon
Death from an angry white woman,
A muscling life from imaginary lovers in their camp
From the fair dead minds who flush the sea
The bright-eyed worm on Davy's lamp
And from the polluted wombs these men of straw
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Almost too convoluted for Google to manage this time around. And almost as strange and hard to read as the 25 and 57 pages of bodycam transcripts at the link edutcher provided, which were a slog as well, but enlightening in the long run.
Definitely ahead of the game with regard to ringing the stars however, with follow-up posts on Neowise and the Gray Lady lighting the Davy's lamp (safety lamp for use in flammable atmospheres!).
I see the Boys of Summer
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But seasons must be challenged or they totter
Into a chiming quarter
Where, punctual as death, we ring the stars;
There in his night, the black-tongued bells
The sleepy man of winter pulls,
nor blows back moon-and midnight as she blows.
We are the dark deniers, let us summon
Death from a summer woman,
A muscling life from lovers in their cramp,
From the fair dead who flush the sea
The bright-eyed worm on Davy’s lamp,
And from the planted womb the man of straw
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