I would bind in words retrospective some of your deeds and signs,
I would sing your contest for the 19th Presidentiad,
I would sing how an old man, tall, with white hair, mounted the scaffold in Virginia…”
—Walt Whitman (Year of Meteors) 1892
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12. Gothic Data Cathedral
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12. Gothic Data Cathedral
Host: @cyberpopdreams.bsky.social
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I half remember how the birds were mute
Among green leaves and tulip-tinted fruit,
And on the grass, beside a stream, we lay
In early twilight; faintly, far away,…”
—Helen Hay Whitney (With Music) 1905
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I half remember how the birds were mute
Among green leaves and tulip-tinted fruit,
And on the grass, beside a stream, we lay
In early twilight; faintly, far away,…”
—Helen Hay Whitney (With Music) 1905
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Our Admiral leads us on,
Above, undreamed-of planets shine—
The stars we knew are gone….”
—Rudyard Kipling (With Drake in the Tropics) 1919
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Our Admiral leads us on,
Above, undreamed-of planets shine—
The stars we knew are gone….”
—Rudyard Kipling (With Drake in the Tropics) 1919
#AIart #Midjourney7 #Poetry