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Poem of the Day: "I will put Chaos into fourteen lines" by Edna St. Vincent Millay

By Beechwood 45789 (Wed May 21, 2008 at 07:04:10 AM EST) (all tags)

"Past are the hours, the years, of our duress,
His arrogance, our awful servitude."

I will put Chaos into fourteen lines
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I will put Chaos into fourteen lines
And keep him there; and let him thence escape
If he be lucky; let him twist, and ape
Flood, fire, and demon – his adroit designs
Will strain to nothing in the strict confines
Of this sweet Order, where, in pious rape,
I hold his essence and amorphous shape,
Till he with Order mingles and combines.
Past are the hours, the years, of our duress,
His arrogance, our awful servitude:
I have him. He is nothing more nor less
Than something simple not yet understood;
I shall not even force him to confess;
Or answer. I will only make him good.

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Poem of the Day: "I will put Chaos into fourteen lines" by Edna St. Vincent Millay | 9 comments (9 topical, 0 hidden) | Trackback

Chaos as something simple by johnny (2.00 / 0) #1 Wed May 21, 2008 at 09:04:52 AM EST

I have him. He is nothing more nor less
Than something simple not yet understood;

I read James Glieck's book on the science of chaos recently, and that's pretty much what it turns out to be.
Buy my books, dammit!

: Who knew? by Beechwood 45789 (4.00 / 1) #2 Wed May 21, 2008 at 09:47:55 AM EST

Edna St. Vincent Millay: pioneer chaotician.

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Order mingling with Chaos by ammoniacal (2.00 / 0) #3 Wed May 21, 2008 at 01:21:00 PM EST

Yeah, I know someone like that. Just like that.

Irony: ammo says it's time. Tom is blocked.

I was thinking that too. by Beechwood 45789 (4.00 / 1) #4 Wed May 21, 2008 at 02:48:04 PM EST

But Millay died four years before Jackie Chan was born. How did she know? Serious, ammoniacal, how did she know? 'Tis a mystery.

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Based upon that. by ammoniacal (4.00 / 1) #5 Wed May 21, 2008 at 05:15:15 PM EST

I'll venture to say that we know each other in meatspace.

Irony: ammo says it's time. Tom is blocked.
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: Yes. We do. by Beechwood 45789 (4.00 / 1) #6 Wed May 21, 2008 at 06:35:29 PM EST

But if you say my magic name, I'll vanish. Don't be a beast and ruin everything.
You don't want to ruin everything, do you, my little ammy-whammy? [Bats long lashes repeatedly]

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Fourteen lines by Breaker (2.00 / 0) #7 Thu May 22, 2008 at 06:57:48 AM EST

That's a lot of ketamine...

: She snorts her lines at both ends . . . by Beechwood 45789 (4.00 / 1) #8 Thu May 22, 2008 at 12:00:46 PM EST

Her stash will not last the night.

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now begins by garlic (4.00 / 1) #9 Tue May 27, 2008 at 08:03:03 AM EST

my work to put the poem of the day on the front page. Vote Story to Front Page!

Poem of the Day: "I will put Chaos into fourteen lines" by Edna St. Vincent Millay | 9 comments (9 topical, 0 hidden) | Trackback