[ SECRET POST #2105 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2105 ⌋

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Notes:

Secrets Left to Post: 05 pages, 107 secrets from Secret Submission Post #301.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 1 2 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
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Comments

Re: Vocaroo/Poetry

[(Anonymous)]

Here's a poem by Robert Penn Warren. It's called Mortal Limit. It's really good.

MORTAL LIMIT

I saw the hawk ride updraft in the sunset over Wyoming.
It rose from coniferous darkness, past gray jags
Of mercilessness, past whiteness, into the gloaming
Of dream-spectral light above the lazy purity of snow-snags.

There--west--were the Tetons. Snow-peaks would soon be
In dark profile to break constellations. Beyond what height
Hangs now the black speck? Beyond what range will gold eyes see
New ranges rise to mark a last scrawl of light?

Or, having tasted that atmosphere's thinness, does it
Hang motionless in dying vision before
It knows it will accept the mortal limit,
And swing into the great circular downwardness that will restore

The breath of earth? Of rock? Of rot? Of other such
Items, and the darkness of whatever dream we clutch?

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ALSO: I didn't read anything on Vocaroo, but I really wanted to link this - it's the poet Robinson Jeffers reading his own poetry. I really like Robinson Jeffers and he was really, really good at reading his own poetry. so Check It Out.

Hurt Hakws: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UEdoMvh5S6o
To The Stone-cutters: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pT2rtoXq5JY (possibly my favorite poem)