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“For better waters now the little bark
Of my indwelling powers raises her sails,
And leaves behind that sea so cruel and dark.
Now shall I sing that second kingdom given
The soul of man wherein to purge its guilt
And so grow worthy to ascend to Heaven.
Yours am I, sacred Muses! To you I pray.
Here let dead poetry rise once more to life,
And here let sweet Calliope rise and play…”
— 4 hours, 21 min ago
Of my indwelling powers raises her sails,
And leaves behind that sea so cruel and dark.
Now shall I sing that second kingdom given
The soul of man wherein to purge its guilt
And so grow worthy to ascend to Heaven.
Yours am I, sacred Muses! To you I pray.
Here let dead poetry rise once more to life,
And here let sweet Calliope rise and play…”
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Holdyn Estes
is 34% done
“My Guide and I crossed over and began
To Mount that little know and lightless road
To ascend into the shining world again.
He first, I second, without thought of rest
We climbed the dark until we reached the point
Where a round opening brought in sight the blest
And beauteous shining of the Heavenly cars.
And we walked out once more beneath the Stars.”
— Oct 31, 2026 08:29AM
To Mount that little know and lightless road
To ascend into the shining world again.
He first, I second, without thought of rest
We climbed the dark until we reached the point
Where a round opening brought in sight the blest
And beauteous shining of the Heavenly cars.
And we walked out once more beneath the Stars.”
Holdyn Estes
is 30% done
How rare a thing to find a mirror of human nature as well crafted as Canto 30
— Oct 31, 2026 07:34AM
Holdyn Estes
is 28% done
“Who could describe, even words set free
Of metric and rhyme a thousand time retold,
The blood and wounds that now were shown to me!
At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain;
The language of our sense and memory
Lacks the vocabulary of such pain”
— Oct 29, 2026 05:27PM
Of metric and rhyme a thousand time retold,
The blood and wounds that now were shown to me!
At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain;
The language of our sense and memory
Lacks the vocabulary of such pain”
Holdyn Estes
is 20% done
“And when I looked down from their faces, I saw
That each of them was hideously distorted
Between the top of the chest and the lines of the jaw;
For the face was reversed on the neck, and they came on
Backwards, staring backwards at their loins,
For to look before them was forbidden”
— Oct 19, 2026 04:50AM
That each of them was hideously distorted
Between the top of the chest and the lines of the jaw;
For the face was reversed on the neck, and they came on
Backwards, staring backwards at their loins,
For to look before them was forbidden”