dik
Structural
- Apr 13, 2001
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The poem 'Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner' has several lines that I recall by heart, many of them famous:
The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around:
About, about, in reel and rout
The death-fires danced at night;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green, and blue and white.
Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Rather than think climate change and the corona virus as science, think of it as the wrath of God. Feel any better?
-Dik
The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around:
About, about, in reel and rout
The death-fires danced at night;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green, and blue and white.
Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Rather than think climate change and the corona virus as science, think of it as the wrath of God. Feel any better?
-Dik