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The century oak, rugged and gaunt,
Holds high to-day, as he was wont
A hundred years ago, his head,
Hoary with snows that have vanished,
Defiant and grim to the wind’s wild taunt.
The hooting owl finds here a haunt,
And feathered choristers now chaunt
As when the century’s dawn made red
The century oak.
No season’s coil his heart can daunt;
Processive years their changes vaunt,
But, constant till the line have fled
And mouldered in oblivion’s bed,
He holds his own, rugged and gaunt, –
The century oak.
– Harvey Carson Grumbine
Oak bark, tree sap, wild acorns, and a touch of honey.
Art by Drew Rausch!
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From livid skies that, without end,
As stormy as your future roll,
What thoughts into your empty soul
(Answer me, libertine!) descend?
– Insatiable yet for all
That turns on darkness, doom, or dice,
I’ll not, like Ovid, mourn my fall,
Chased from the Latin paradise.
Skies, torn like seacoasts by the storm!
In you I see my pride take form,
And the huge clouds that rush in streams
Are the black hearses of my dreams,
And your red rays reflect the hell,
In which my heart is pleased to dwell.
The perfume of a hellbound soul, gleefully lost to iniquity: blood musk, golden honey, thick black wine, champagne grapes, tobacco flower, plum blossom, tonka bean, oakmoss, carnation, benzoin, opoponax, and sugar cane.
Tea roses, honeysuckle, heliotrope, olive blossom, milk, and honey.
Shimmering celestial musk with vanilla, white honey, acacia, and sugar cane.
Good Gods, what a night that was,
The bed was so soft, and how we clung,
Burning together, lying this way and that,
Our uncontrollable passions
Flowing through our mouths.
If I could only die that way,
I’d say goodbye to the business of living.
Olive blossom, honey, smoky vanilla, cinnamon, jasmine, sandalwood, and champaca flower.
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