Transcript Turing Test - Bethel University

Turing Test
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is beauty itself
that they were walking there. All along the new world naked,
cold, familiar wind -
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Pink confused with white
flowers and flowers reversed
take and spill the shaded flame
darting it back
into the lamp's horn
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The winds of the oozy woods which wear
the ocean, with azure moss and flowers
So sweet, the purple even
I sleep in the arrows
Of the dome of death.
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O thou,
Who moved among some fierce Maenad, even among noise
and blue
Between the bones sang, scattered and the silent seas.
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She eyes me with an ingrown eye,
in the rhythm of teacup tapping
thinks of sweeping away crumbs
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At six I cannot pray:
Pray for lovers,
through narrow streets
And pray to fly
But the Virgin in their dark wintry bed
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What seas what shores what granite islands towards my timbers
and woodthrush calling through the fog
My daughter.
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Imagine now a tree in white sails still whirled
About the leaves
will be of silences
Calm and angels
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-and the sun, dipping into the avenues
streaking the tops of
the irregular red houselets,
and
the gay shadows dropping and dropping.
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The morning and already
a perfect if slightly paled
old park turned with young women
seized in amber
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"Interesting book?"
she sits
dancing by the electric typewriter,
bloodless revolution of meats
strings of use,
Politic, cautious, and the fact
she is calling them all The children at his feet
he is always time
To roll it was dark,
damp, jagged, like the voice
Because of love ends.
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Men with picked voices chant the names
of cities in a huge gallery: promises
that pull through descending stairways
to a deep rumbling.
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Where were thou, sad Hour, selected from whose race is
guiding me,
Lured by the love of Autumn's being,
Thou, from heaven is gone, where was lorn Urania
When rocked to fly with thee in her clarion o'er the arms of death.
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Lady of Autumn's being,
Thou, from the day, having to care
Teach us now thoroughly small and create,
And then presume?
And this, and me,
And place of the unspoken word, the unread vision in Baiae's bay,
And the posterity of Michelangelo.
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I am lonely, lonely.
I slap an answer myself
she hides deep within her
yet playsMilkless.
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O my shoulders, flanks, buttocks
against trespassers,
against thieves,
storms, sun, fire,
against thieves,
storms, sun, fire,
against flies, against weeds, storm-tides,
neighbors, weasels that waken
The silent seas.
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the days, locked in each other's arms,
seem still
so that squirrels and colored birds
go about at ease over
the branches and through the air.
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I am watching ants dig tunnels and bury themselves
they go without water or love
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Lady is sick,
perhaps vomiting,
perhaps laboring
to the usual reign
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Rain is sweet, brown hair;
Distraction, music in passageways.
Six o'clock.
The time. Redeem
The world and waking, wearing
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Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
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I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
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patches of all
save beauty
the rigid wheeltracks.
The round sun
the bed.
She smiles, Yes
you please first
then stays
with herself alone
and then dividing over and over
and splashed and after you are
listening in her eyes
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All along the road the reddish
purplish, forked, upstanding, twiggy
stuff of bushed and small trees
with dead, brown leaves under them
leafless vines-
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Like a sod of war;
houses of small white curtainssmell of shimmering
ash white,
an axe
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By action or by suffering, and whose hour
Was drained to its last sand in weal or woe,
So that the trunk survived both fruit or flower;-
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is a steady burning
the road the battle's fury clouds and ash and waning
sending out
young people,
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Pray for those who are branches on forever