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Thanks for the thanks. Your blog is a blast. Jeffers' "Vulture" below:I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillsideAbove the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling high up in heaven,And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer, its orbit narrowing, I understood thenThat I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight- feathersWhistle above me and make their circle and come nearer.I could see the naked red head between the great wingsBear downward staring. I said, "My dear bird, we are wasting time here.These old bones will still work; they are not for you." But how beautiful he looked, gliding downOn those great sails; how beautiful he looked, veering away in the sea-light over the precipice. I tell you solemnlyThat I was sorry to have disappointed him. To be eaten by that beak and become part of him, to share those wings and those eyes--What a sublime end of one's body, what and enskyment; what a life after death.
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