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Tuesday, February 08, 2005
from Death's Jest-Book: Song by Isbrand
Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Squats on a toad-stool under a tree
A bodiless childfull of life in the gloom,
Crying with frog-voice, 'What shall I be?
Poor unborn ghost, for my mother killed me
Scarcely alive in her wicked womb.
What shall I be, shall I creep to the egg
That's cracking asunder by Nile,
And with eighteen toes,
And snuff-taking nose,
Make an Egyptian crocodile?'
posted by gbarto at 11:36 PM
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