Poem -
The river rides
the river rides
Itself in swirly foamĀ
Rushing rapid trying trying
Trying to get home
Does not pause
for deer or man or sun which
Tries to climb its banks
Does not pause
for heaven blue to hitch a rideĀ
Upon its flanks
it is indeed a thing possessed
jubilant and
All its own
It aks of no god to assist
its own force all
It's ever known.
M
Ā
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To my ear, the rhythm of Blake here, I hear