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The Ecstasy, by John Donne, read by Richard Burton


Where, like a pillow on a bed
A pregnant bank swell'd up to rest
The violet's reclining head,
Sat we two, one another's best.
Our hands were firmly cemented
With a fast balm, which thence did spring;
Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread
Our eyes upon one double string;
So to'intergraft our hands, as yet
Was all the means to make us one,
And pictures in our eyes to get
Was all our propagation.
As 'twixt two equal armies fate
Suspends uncertain victory,
Our souls (which to advance their state
Were gone out) hung 'twixt her and me.
And whilst our souls negotiate there,
We like sepulchral statues lay;
All day, the same our postures were,
And we said nothing, all the day.
If any, so by love refin'd
That he soul's language understood,
And by good love were grown all mind,
Within convenient distance stood,
He (though he knew not which soul spake,
Because both meant, both spake the same)
Might thence a new concoction take
And part far purer than he came.
This ecstasy doth unperplex,
We said, and tell us what we love;
We see by this it was not sex,
We see we saw not what did move;
But as all several souls contain
Mixture of things, they know not what,
Love these mix'd souls doth mix again
And makes both one, each this and that.
A single violet transplant,
The strength, the colour, and the size,
(All which before was poor and scant)
Redoubles still, and multiplies.
When love with one another so
Interinanimates two souls,
That abler soul, which thence doth flow,
Defects of loneliness controls.
We then, who are this new soul, know
Of what we are compos'd and made,
For th' atomies of which we grow
Are souls, whom no change can invade.
But oh alas, so long, so far,
Our bodies why do we forbear?
They'are ours, though they'are not we; we are
The intelligences, they the spheres.
We owe them thanks, because they thus
Did us, to us, at first convey,
Yielded their senses' force to us,
Nor are dross to us, but allay.
On man heaven's influence works not so,
But that it first imprints the air;
So soul into the soul may flow,
Though it to body first repair.
As our blood labors to beget
Spirits, as like souls as it can,
Because such fingers need to knit
That subtle knot which makes us man,
So must pure lovers' souls descend
T' affections, and to faculties,
Which sense may reach and apprehend,
Else a great prince in prison lies.
To'our bodies turn we then, that so
Weak men on love reveal'd may look;
Love's mysteries in souls do grow,
But yet the body is his book.
And if some lover, such as we,
Have heard this dialogue of one,
Let him still mark us, he shall see
Small change, when we'are to bodies gone.
 
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of angels and heavens and stars above
you where brought to me in the form of love
these feelings i have i can not hide
as each moon passes it grows with the tide
my love for you is ever growing
like a storm ever blowing
like a flower blossoming from a vine
your voice is as sweet as fruits that make wine
of all the things that has happened to me
you have given me peace and tranquility
like sage and thyme ever burning
your love is what im ever yearning
 

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Like as the waves make toward the pebbled shore
So do our minutes hasten to their end,
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned,
Crooked eclipses gainst his glory fight
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
Praising thy worth despite his cruel hand.
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Will Shakespeare
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I can't really insert this file at a decent resolution since it's too big, but this is an A1 print I made at 6pt text, a reworking of the Rockwell Integrated Space Plan that seeks to sketch out the various technological stages for humans to escape the confines of earth and colonise the stars.

Looks good framed and on my wall. 3 months of my life...

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I can't really insert this file at a decent resolution since it's too big, but this is an A1 print I made at 6pt text, a reworking of the Rockwell Integrated Space Plan that seeks to sketch out the various technological stages for humans to escape the confines of earth and colonise the stars.

Looks good framed and on my wall. 3 months of my life...

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Incredible!... But, it seems that we are a bit behind "schedule".

:rolleyes:
 

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Incredible!... But, it seems that we are a bit behind "schedule".

:rolleyes:
Aye, we have dropped a couple of decades as per the diagram but you have to remember it was made in the 1980s when the West's share of global GDP was greater, there was superpower rivalry and shit happens.

It still looks good on the wall. :D