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Pre-Totality 619 viewsAnd Baghdad darken and the bridge
Across the silent river gone
And through Arabia the edge
Of evening widen and steal onSep 07, 2019
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Pre-Totality 812 viewsAnd over Sicily the air
Still flashing with the landward gulls
And loom and slowly disappear
The sails above the shadowy hullsSep 07, 2019
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Pre-Totality 713 viewsAnd deepen on Palmyra’s street
The wheel rut in the ruined stone
And Lebanon fade out and Crete
High through the clouds and overblownSep 07, 2019
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Pre-Totality 214 viewsAnd here face down beneath the sun
And here upon earth’s noonward height
To feel the always coming on
The always rising of the night:Sep 07, 2019
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Pre-Totality 315 viewsTo feel creep up the curving east
The earthy chill of dusk and slow
Upon those under lands the vast
And ever climbing shadow growSep 07, 2019
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Pre-Totality 910 viewsAnd Spain go under and the shore
Of Africa the gilded sand
And evening vanish and no more
The low pale light across that landSep 07, 2019
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Pre-Totality 411 viewsAnd strange at Ecbatan the trees
Take leaf by leaf the evening strange
The flooding dark about their knees
The mountains over Persia changeSep 07, 2019
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Pre-Totality 510 viewsAnd now at Kermanshah the gate
Dark empty and the withered grass
And through the twilight now the late
Few travelers in the westward passSep 07, 2019
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Post-Totality 42 viewsAt this point I ran out of film, so I didn't make it to Fourth Contact with the post-totality images.Sep 07, 2019
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Post-Totality 32 viewsCome! And in the fires of Spring
The winter garment of Repentance fling;
The Bird of Time hath but a little way to fly
And Lo! The Bird is on the wing!
- The Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamSep 07, 2019
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Post-Totality 15 viewsThe Moving Finger writes, and having writ,
Moves on; nor all your piety nor wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
- The Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamSep 07, 2019
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Post-Totality 25 viewsBut at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
- Andrew Marvell, To His Coy MistressSep 07, 2019
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