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Spring comes little, a little. All April it rains. The new leaves stick in their fists; new ferns still fiddleheads. But one day the swifts are back. Face to the sun like a child You shout, 'The swifts are back!' Sure enough, bolt nocks bow to carry one sky-scyther Two hundred miles an hour across fullblown windfields. Swereee swereee. Another. And another. It's the cut air falling in shrieks on our chimneys and roofs. The next day, a fleet of high crosses cruises in ether. These are the air pilgrims, pilots of air rivers. But a shift of wing, and they're earth-skimmers, daggers Skilful in guiding the throw of themselves away from themselves. Quick flutter, a scimitar upsweep, out of danger of touch, for Earth is forbidden to them, water's forbidden to them, All air and fire, little owlish ascetics, they outfly storms, They rush to the pillars of altitude, the thermal fountains. Here is a legend of swifts, a parable — When the Great Raven bent over earth to create the birds, The swifts were ungrateful. They were small muddy things Like shoes, with long legs and short wings, So they took themselves off to the mountains to sulk. And they stayed there. 'Well,' said the Raven, after years of this, 'I will give you the sky. You can have the whole sky On condition that you give up rest.' 'Yes, yes,' screamed the swifts, 'We abhor rest. We detest the filth of growth, the sweat of sleep, Soft nests in the wet fields, slimehold of worms. Let us be free, be air!' So the Raven took their legs and bound them into their bodies. He bent their wings like boomerangs, honed them like knives. He streamlined their feathers and stripped them of velvet. Then he released them, Never to Return Inscribed on their feet and wings. And so We have swifts, though in reality, not parables but Bolts in the world's need: swift Swifts, not in punishment, not in ecstasy, simply Sleepers over oceans in the mill of the world's breathing. The grace to say they live in another firmament. A way to say the miracle will not occur, And watch the miracle.
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC
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Swifts (by Anne Stevenson)
Spring comes little, a little. All April it rains. The new leaves stick in their fists; new ferns still fiddleheads. But one day the swifts are back. Face to the sun like a child You shout, 'The swifts are back!' Sure enough, bolt nocks bow to carry one sky-scyther Two hundred miles an hour across fullblown windfields. Swereee swereee. Another. And another. It's the cut air falling in shrieks on our chimneys and roofs. The next day, a fleet of high crosses cruises in ether. These are the air pilgrims, pilots of air rivers. But a shift of wing, and they're earth-skimmers, daggers Skilful in guiding the throw of themselves away from themselves. Quick flutter, a scimitar upsweep, out of danger of touch, for Earth is forbidden to them, water's forbidden to them, All air and fire, little owlish ascetics, they outfly storms, They rush to the pillars of altitude, the thermal fountains. Here is a legend of swifts, a parable — When the Great Raven bent over earth to create the birds, The swifts were ungrateful. They were small muddy things Like shoes, with long legs and short wings, So they took themselves off to the mountains to sulk. And they stayed there. 'Well,' said the Raven, after years of this, 'I will give you the sky. You can have the whole sky On condition that you give up rest.' 'Yes, yes,' screamed the swifts, 'We abhor rest. We detest the filth of growth, the sweat of sleep, Soft nests in the wet fields, slimehold of worms. Let us be free, be air!' So the Raven took their legs and bound them into their bodies. He bent their wings like boomerangs, honed them like knives. He streamlined their feathers and stripped them of velvet. Then he released them, Never to Return Inscribed on their feet and wings. And so We have swifts, though in reality, not parables but Bolts in the world's need: swift Swifts, not in punishment, not in ecstasy, simply Sleepers over oceans in the mill of the world's breathing. The grace to say they live in another firmament. A way to say the miracle will not occur, And watch the miracle.
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Mumble Rappers be on something like: "gotta bad b...she ain't be walking righ°..." Double-dipping, No-stopping Frames-dropping, No-clipping, wutta glitchy sight .. I've been sitting super stealthy cypher. I've been running with my do-or-die fir. [Careful] I would die for what What you would eye for Cloudy with the red eye Insight, eyesore I swore, pops, that I'd be different Spec ops man, Mine's been misting Foggy froggy frothing when I spit distance 3eyes shifting 2Split  da difference   Any1 asking Meh: How have I been getting....? Guru Minds have been sitting squarely as a cube in cypher Make mah breathes for human CubanS matter as I decypher : Life is living truth or daring to choose to live   or die for ... Ai just a silly Scyth0r snipping sidebar sowings   stow no baggage. That's what I'd be towing. Rats staining, stinging pocked and potent. Out  of the Cabbage patch that I've been growing 01011011 01111101 01111011 00101110 00101110 00101110 00101110 01010000 01110010 01100001 01100011 01110100 01101001 01100011 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01110100 01101000 01101001 01110011 00101100 00001010 00100000 01101001 01110100 00100000 01110111 01100001 01110011 00100000 01110110 01100101 01110010 00100000 01100010 01101111 00100000 01100100 01100101 01101110 00101110 00101110 00101110 01111101 01111011 01011101 Sorry to be blunt, man .... it's a sour twist, Undid the trap mode went too lavish >> the-Gentle-Ghost-o'-ghetto hopes at most to let go, Building out hell bricks Pave- too -close -to -level<< it's all in the mental, in the same lane stack Shake a Lil when treble trains track, Shake, shake when the train track, shake shake, shake when it trains shake when the trains track. I swear, it's not a bad tick. Just bring the brains back. It's not a bad tick. Just get the brains back it's not a bad tick. The brains back~ just bring the brains back bring the brains back Bear with me. >>Music turned up. Are the windows cracked?<< ..............Who should have brought the show...vel? And the WAXWHALESTACK.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
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Dec 9, 2023
Dec 9, 2023 at 12:28 PM UTC
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Silly Scyther Snippin
Mumble Rappers be on something like: "gotta bad b...she ain't be walking righ°..." Double-dipping, No-stopping Frames-dropping, No-clipping, wutta glitchy sight .. I've been sitting super stealthy cypher. I've been running with my do-or-die fir. [Careful] I would die for what What you would eye for Cloudy with the red eye Insight, eyesore I swore, pops, that I'd be different Spec ops man, Mine's been misting Foggy froggy frothing when I spit distance 3eyes shifting 2Split  da difference   Any1 asking Meh: How have I been getting....? Guru Minds have been sitting squarely as a cube in cypher Make mah breathes for human CubanS matter as I decypher : Life is living truth or daring to choose to live   or die for ... Ai just a silly Scyth0r snipping sidebar sowings   stow no baggage. That's what I'd be towing. Rats staining, stinging pocked and potent. Out  of the Cabbage patch that I've been growing 01011011 01111101 01111011 00101110 00101110 00101110 00101110 01010000 01110010 01100001 01100011 01110100 01101001 01100011 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01110100 01101000 01101001 01110011 00101100 00001010 00100000 01101001 01110100 00100000 01110111 01100001 01110011 00100000 01110110 01100101 01110010 00100000 01100010 01101111 00100000 01100100 01100101 01101110 00101110 00101110 00101110 01111101 01111011 01011101 Sorry to be blunt, man .... it's a sour twist, Undid the trap mode went too lavish >> the-Gentle-Ghost-o'-ghetto hopes at most to let go, Building out hell bricks Pave- too -close -to -level<< it's all in the mental, in the same lane stack Shake a Lil when treble trains track, Shake, shake when the train track, shake shake, shake when it trains shake when the trains track. I swear, it's not a bad tick. Just bring the brains back. It's not a bad tick. Just get the brains back it's not a bad tick. The brains back~ just bring the brains back bring the brains back Bear with me. >>Music turned up. Are the windows cracked?<< ..............Who should have brought the show...vel? And the WAXWHALESTACK.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
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