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Tea at the Palaz of Roon*

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*a play on the title of the poem by Wallace Stevens given below

 

If this isn't a heart-breaker of a defeat what is?

 

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Tea at the Palaz of Hoon

 

Not less because in purple I descended
The western day through what you called
The loneliest air, not less was I myself.

 

What was the ointment sprinkled on my beard?
What were the hymns that buzzed beside my ears?
What was the sea whose tide swept through me there?

 

Out of my mind the golden ointment rained,
And my ears made the blowing hymns they heard.
I was myself the compass of that sea:

 

I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw
Or heard or felt came not but from myself;
And there I found myself more truly and more strange.

 

- Wallace Stevens

 

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you get used to it.   in fact,   you got those stat because you had tater teams, except yours was much worse  :P

 

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*a play on the title of the poem by Wallace Stevens given below

 

If this isn't a heart-breaker of a defeat what is?

 

Palaz%20of%20Roon%201_zpsqto2n8ri.jpg

Palaz%20of%20Roon%202_zpslhmj01jw.jpg

 

Tea at the Palaz of Hoon

 

Not less because in purple I descended
The western day through what you called
The loneliest air, not less was I myself.

 

What was the ointment sprinkled on my beard?
What were the hymns that buzzed beside my ears?
What was the sea whose tide swept through me there?

 

Out of my mind the golden ointment rained,
And my ears made the blowing hymns they heard.
I was myself the compass of that sea:

 

I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw
Or heard or felt came not but from myself;
And there I found myself more truly and more strange.

 

- Wallace Stevens

 

 

Oh man! I feel your pain!

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