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By D.C.<\/strong><\/p>\n FOR HIM I SING<\/p>\n FOR him I sing, WHEN I READ THE BOOK<\/p>\n WHEN I read the book, the biography famous, in the shattered absence of an unraveling cosmos<\/p>\n BEGINNING MY STUDIES<\/p>\n BEGINNING my studies the first step pleas’d me so much, mushroom spore\/ The least insect or animal, the senses, eyesight, love, How they are provided for upon the earth, (appearing at intervals,) By D.C. FOR HIM I SING FOR him I sing, I raise the present on the past, shells of nebulae \/ shed by a supernova (As some perennial tree out of its roots, the present on the past,) With time and space I him dilate and fuse the immortal laws, To make himself by them...<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5568,"featured_media":956,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-456","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-ctrlwaltdelete"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/bdpcblackoutproject\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/456","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/bdpcblackoutproject\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/bdpcblackoutproject\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/bdpcblackoutproject\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5568"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/bdpcblackoutproject\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=456"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/bdpcblackoutproject\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/456\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":957,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/bdpcblackoutproject\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/456\/revisions\/957"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/bdpcblackoutproject\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/956"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/bdpcblackoutproject\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=456"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/bdpcblackoutproject\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=456"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/bdpcblackoutproject\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=456"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI raise the present on the past, shells of nebulae \/ shed by a supernova
\n(As some perennial tree out of its roots, the present on the past,)
\nWith time and space I him dilate and fuse the immortal laws,
\nTo make himself by them the law unto himself.<\/p>\n
\nAnd is this then (said I) what the author calls a man’s life?
\nAnd so will some one when I am dead and gone write my life?
\n(As if any man really knew aught of my life,
\nWhy even I myself I often think know little or nothing of my real life,
\nOnly a few hints, a few diffused faint clews and infirections
\nI seek for my own use to trace out here.) I thought we might sing
\nOf the wire wound round the wound of feeling.<\/p>\n
\nThe mere fact consciousness, these forms, the power of motion,<\/p>\n
\ndandelion seed<\/p>\n
\nThe first step I say awed me and pleas’d me so much,
\nI have hardly gone and hardly wish’d to go any farther,
\nBut stop and loiter all the time to sing it in ecstatic songs,
\nWith the water a deep dark blue, an almost
\nIndigo we paled from the well before sail.\u00a0 BEGINNERS<\/p>\n
\nHow dear and dreadful they are to the earth,
\nHow they inure to themselves as much as to any \u2014 what a paradox
\nappears their age, small particles, tiny bits of debris.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"