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ceej @ceej.online · Jun 8

mass protest is not the right way to oppose fascism. the right way to oppose fascism is to shake your head and say “no thank you” whenever a fascist offers you some fascism

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Patrick Mooney @patrickbmooney.bsky.social · Apr 24

the hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
to feel the earth as rough
to all my length.

Patrick Mooney @patrickbmooney.bsky.social · Apr 24

Now no joy but lacks salt,
that is not dashed with pain
and weariness and fault;
I crave the stain

of tears, the aftermark
of almost too much love,
the sweet of bitter bark
and burning clove.

When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
from leaning on it hard
in grass or sand,

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Patrick Mooney @patrickbmooney.bsky.social · Apr 24

I had the swirl and ache
from sprays of honeysuckle
that when they’re gathered shake
dew on the knuckle.

I craved strong sweets, but those
seemed strong when I was young:
the petal of the rose
it was that stung.

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Patrick Mooney @patrickbmooney.bsky.social · Apr 24

Robert Frost: "To Earthward"

Love at the lips was touch
as sweet as I could bear;
and once that seemed too much;
I lived on air

that crossed me from sweet things,
the flow of — was it musk
from hidden grapevine springs
downhill at dusk?

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Patrick Mooney @patrickbmooney.bsky.social · Apr 24

—O Tibbie, I hae seen the day,
ye wadna been sae shy;
for laik o’ gear ye lightly me,
but, trowth, I care na by.

Patrick Mooney @patrickbmooney.bsky.social · Apr 24

—O Tibbie, I hae seen the day,
ye wadna been sae shy;
for laik o’ gear ye lightly me,
but, trowth, I care na by.

There lives a lass beside yon park,
i’d rather hae her in her sark,
than you wi’ a’ your thousand mark;
that gars you look sae high.

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Patrick Mooney @patrickbmooney.bsky.social · Apr 24

—O Tibbie, I hae seen the day,
ye wadna been sae shy;
for laik o’ gear ye lightly me,
but, trowth, I care na by.

But, Tibbie, lass, tak’ my advice:
your daddie’s gear maks you sae nice;
the deil a ane wad speir your price,
were ye as poor as I.

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Patrick Mooney @patrickbmooney.bsky.social · Apr 24

—O Tibbie, I hae seen the day,
ye wadna been sae shy;
for laik o’ gear ye lightly me,
but, trowth, I care na by.

But, if he hae the name o’ gear,
ye’ll fasten to him like a brier,
tho’ hardly he, for sense or lear,
be better than the kye.

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Patrick Mooney @patrickbmooney.bsky.social · Apr 24

—O Tibbie, I hae seen the day,
ye wadna been sae shy;
for laik o’ gear ye lightly me,
but, trowth, I care na by.

Altho’ a lad were e’er sae smart,
if that he want the yellow dirt,
ye’ll cast your head anither airt,
and answer him fu’ dry.

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Patrick Mooney @patrickbmooney.bsky.social · Apr 24

—O Tibbie, I hae seen the day,
ye wadna been sae shy;
for laik o’ gear ye lightly me,
but, trowth, I care na by.

But sorrow tak’ him that’s sae mean,
altho’ his pouch o’ coin were clean,
wha follows ony saucy quean,
that looks sae proud and high.

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Patrick Mooney @patrickbmooney.bsky.social · Apr 24

—O Tibbie, I hae seen the day,
ye wadna been sae shy;
for laik o’ gear ye lightly me,
but, trowth, I care na by.

I doubt na, lass, but ye may think,
because ye hae the name o’ clink,
that ye can please me at a wink,
whene’er ye like to try.

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Patrick Mooney @patrickbmooney.bsky.social · Apr 24

—O Tibbie, I hae seen the day,
ye wadna been sae shy;
for laik o’ gear ye lightly me,
but, trowth, I care na by.

When coming hame on Sunday last,
upon the road as I cam past,
ye snufft and ga’e your head a cast—
but trowth I care’t na by.

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Patrick Mooney @patrickbmooney.bsky.social · Apr 24

Robert Burns: "Song—O Tibbie I hae seen the day"

—O Tibbie, I hae seen the day,
ye wadna been sae shy;
for laik o’ gear ye lightly me,
but, trowth, I care na by.

Yesteeen I met you on the moor,
ye spak na, but gaed by like stour;
ye geck at me because I’m poor,
but fient a hair care I.

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Patrick Mooney @patrickbmooney.bsky.social · Apr 24

William Shakespeare: Sonnet 123

Patrick Mooney @patrickbmooney.bsky.social · Apr 24

Sir Philip Sidney: Astrophel and Stella 033

Patrick Mooney @patrickbmooney.bsky.social · Apr 24

And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
your kiss

Patrick Mooney @patrickbmooney.bsky.social · Apr 24

deeds of green thrilling light
with thinned

newfragile yellows

lurch and.press

—in the woods
which
stutter
and

sing

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Patrick Mooney @patrickbmooney.bsky.social · Apr 24

e.e. cummings: "i have found what you are like"

i have found what you are like
the rain,

(Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

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Patrick Mooney @patrickbmooney.bsky.social · Apr 24

George Meredith: "Modern Love" 04

Patrick Mooney @patrickbmooney.bsky.social · Apr 24

Robert Herrick: "Upon Love. (VI)"

Patrick Mooney @patrickbmooney.bsky.social · Apr 24

George Darley: "The Mermaidens' Vesper Hymn"

Patrick Mooney @patrickbmooney.bsky.social · Apr 24

George Gordon, Lord Byron: "Don Juan: Canto 15"

Patrick Mooney @patrickbmooney.bsky.social · Apr 24

and I saw it filled with graves,
and tomb-stones where flowers should be:
and Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
and binding with briars, my joys & desires.

Patrick Mooney @patrickbmooney.bsky.social · Apr 24

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
and “Thou Shalt Not”, writ over the door;
so I turn’d to the Garden of Love,
that so many sweet flowers bore,

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