THE KALEVALA (24)
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Oh in your slimy seal-womb hide me./My last earth-breath expands inside me.
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Oh in your slimy seal-womb hide me./My last earth-breath expands inside me.
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“And what are you worth,/old man, if you can’t rouse the earth?”
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“White whorls of brain-stuff, thought in leaping arcs,/empty bottles rolling in sad parks.”
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“Charms, curses, laments, shamanic hallucinations, creation stories, health remedies, farming tips, song-battles…”
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“Birds you creak, don’t speak, you grow old/in this home-destroying cold.”
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“The angel who announced you failed to warn me,/About just how the pain would run deep.”
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“Feel the emptiness, feel the yearning,/feel your grosser elements burning.”
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“One stood very still, and made strangling sounds with his guitar.”
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“The horn on the Victrola looked inviting, so I jumped inside.”
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“Behind me, the busy flames,/
the fun and games, the toppling frames.”