ix222 (12/18/82)
Hoi Polloi: I wanted to give you all something for Christmas, Something to make you think, but not have second thoughts, Something to reawaken awe in a jaded hacker Who would just as soon debug a cobol compiler as read a poem; So let me give you this: a verbal rural mural by shelley in six parts Thats well, as swell as hell; and to be perfectly blunt, That i love (if i must analyze) For the wonderful lyric quality and evocative imagery Even if the poet seems to have over-active imagination. Please enjoy and have a merry christmas/happy hanukky. --steve -------------- #To a Skylark [first quasi-canto] Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of Heaven In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. [to be continued...] --Percy Bysshe Shelley ----------------- brought to your attention by steve serocki ucbvax;sdcsvax;sdccsu3;ix222