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An intersection of the plain
by the bank of
some
great stream.
The animal
carcasses
and skeletons would be
entombed.
A step formed
terrace.
Succession.
Embedded years
accumulating
so tranquilly
small quadrupeds.
So perfectly
epochs collected here.
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A stream of lava
formerly
flowed
over
the bed
of sea,
triturated
recent shells and corals,
baked into
hard white rock.
A precarious matter.
I found
a curious
little stony
Cellaria.
Each cell provided with
a long
toothed
bristle
capable of
various
and rapid motions.
Simultaneous,
and can be produced
by irritation.
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Co ah an stant ear earth
qua a akes the e e
woa a on der ful ul
fo or orce whi I ich
ha ha has up he heaved
the e ese mo oun tains
the e e e e ese
cou ou ount less a ges
re e e re qui red
to ou ou ha ha have
bro o o ken through ou
re e e e e moved
ah ah and le velled whole
ma sses of them em em em
(Constant earthquakes
the wonderful force
which has upheaved
these mountains
these countless ages
required to have
broken through
removed
and levelled whole
masses of them)
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White sand made up of shells upon which rests carious rock,
then prismatic feldspar between these and former ones, hard white rock with
yellow spots. A heap of white balls beneath white sand.
Same process now going on shore, living iron found in it.
Sand white from decomposition of feldspar. In places
every rock is covered with pistiform concretions. In places impossible to tell
whether it is Breccia of modern or older days. Lower
beds of white sand become filled with large boulders of lower rocks.
Beneath this comes a line of another stratum, more
soily and contains large and more numerous shells.
A regular bed of oysters remains attached to the rocks.
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examine, examine, examine
frame of mind, frame of mind
in following, in following
changes, changes
during
fall of sea, fall of sea
examine, examine, examine
frame of mind, frame of mind
in following, in following
fall of sea, fall of sea
I'm watching the seaweed dance
upon the moving mountain foam
collecting in the sand foot prints
I am leaving, leaving here
I'm watching the seaweed dance
upon the moving mountain foam
collecting in the sand foot prints
I am leaving here
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Scissor-beak lower mandible flat elastic
its an ivory paper-cutter
lower mandible immersed some depth in the water
it flies rapidly up and down the stream.
So that there are three sorts of birds which use their wings
for more purposes than flying
the steamer as paddles the penguin as fins
and the ostrich spreads its plumes like sails to the breeze.
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We have lost the joy of the household,
and the solace of our old age
she must have known how we loved her
oh that she could now know how deeply
how tenderly we do still
and shall ever love her dear joyous face
pure and transparent
her eyes sparkled brightly
she often smiled
often threw her head a little backwards
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Northern forms existed in their own homes
Thousand - Yellow - Cocoons
Under - Over - Through
A few southern vegetable forms on the mountains of Borneo
Under - Over - Through
Donkey - Peacock - Goose
In the mouth of the river
Strange - Scene - It is
Every - Thing - In flames
The sky with lightning and the water, luminous
A strange - Scene - It is
Under - Over - Through
Six weeks old Henrietta smiled for the first time
Tail - Habits - Proof
Instinct - That - Moves
Emma saw him smile not only with lips but eyes
Erasmus - Grab - A spoon
Europe - Hides - Wool
Mr Peacock and Captain Beaufort
Endemic - Alpine - Grooves
Bread-fruit - Cinnamon - Tunes
Tonight it's blowing thick bodies of spray whirled across the bay
Whatever - Might - Have been
The cause - Of the - Retreat
Columbia livia
Great ages through
Course of days
Tumblers, Jacobins
Beak shapes, skeletal traits
Runts and Carriers
Wooden hexagonal cage
Pouters and Fantails
Tail feathers at what age?
(The delight of once again being home)
Grey and white spotted
(The delight of once again being home)
Markings in making
(The delight of once again being home)
My great amusement
Behind Land house a gentle cooing
Behind Land house the offspring's moving
Behind Land house a gentle cooing
The delight of once again being home
The delight of once again being home
The delight of once again being home
The delight of once again being home
The delight of once again being home
The delight of once again being home
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Seeds immersed in
salt water
in a tank of
melting snow
enduring their
full life time
enduring their
full life time
10 distinct currents
in the Atlantic
14 hundred miles
in 42 days
transoceanic
pods and capsules
will old occupants
allow for room and
sustenance
transoceanic
pods and capsules
old occupants
allow for room and
sustenance
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An intersection of the plain
by the bank of some great stream
the animal carcasses
and skeletons would be
entombed
Tomorrow in a year
tomorrow in a million years
Ages resting in
the rings of a tree.
Fossils in lay in slate
marking the old forest's edge
I've stood on a mountain
dividing three regions.
Then it was just a pebble
that I held inside my hand
In between each flap
of a butterfly's wings,
countless changes
that have gone on unnoticed
A cricket rubs it's forewings
together and I am forced
to think of the time that it's taken
to build
Mountains fossils
Larva lava
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In the morning I went down to the beach
and gazed out to the sea
Suddenly I was only a leaf
and you
were an ancient flower
When I'm away do you think of me
or is it only when I'm present
on the cliff I lay my head down
now I know where the sun is
How is Charles
I haven't heard from him for a long long time
A thousand years seem to pass
So quickly
We wash our hands in water
and we rub them with the cloth
I have an idea what comes after
what will happen when I'm gone
Along the coastline we sow some seeds
It is lemon it is mint
Then the buzzing cicadas
rock us to sleep
How is Charles
I haven't heard from him for a long long time
A thousand years seem to pass
So quickly
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We have lost the joy of the household,
and the solace of our old age
she must have known how we loved her
oh that she could now know how deeply
how tenderly we do still
and shall ever love her dear joyous face
pure and transparent
her eyes sparkled brightly
she often smiled
often threw her head a little backwards
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