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Post #1555578
2026-04-11 15:56 UTC
As we lie down to sleep the world turns half away
through ninety dark degrees;
the bureau lies on the wall
and thoughts that were recumbent in the day
rise as the others fall,
stand up and make a forest of thick-set trees.
The armored cars of dreams, contrived to let us do
so many a dangerous thing,
are chugging at its edge
all camouflaged, and ready to go through
the swiftest streams, or up a ledge
of crumbling shale, while plates and trappings ring.
-- Elizabeth Bishop, "Sleeping Standing Up"
(Remainder of poem in next toot)
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@NearerAndFarther@techhub.social 2026-04-11 15:57
--Through turret-slits we saw the crumbs or pebbles that lay below the riveted flanks on the green forest floor, like those the clever children placed by day and followed to their door one night, at least; and in the ugly tanks we tracked them all the night. Sometimes they disappeared, dissolving in the moss, sometimes we went too fast and ground them underneath. How stupidly we steered until the night was past and never found out where the cottage was.