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[Roy Hobbs]

Aspire she did, she did; she did aspire
To be, to be, to be.

Inspire she did, she did; she did inspire
To love, to love, to love

Around the lanes, the lanes; the lanes around
She went, and went, and went

Along the shore, the shore; the shore along
She strode, she strode, she strode.

Beneath the cliffs, the cliffs; the cliffs beneath
Is Sea, is Sea, is Sea.

Of clouds she dreamed, she dreamed; she dreamed of clouds
And sky, and sky, and sky.

Her home she loves, she loves;she loves her home
And will, and will, and will.



( It occurred to me that this in its way relates to the thread about rhyming. Not new.)

Incantation, primitive undifferentiated consciousness,
nonesense lyrics, girl's rope-skipping chants, the magical
potency of words,-- all, presented here as a delightful
reminder of literature's non-escape clause-- parataxis
and recapitulation.

I can see girls in front of a brownstone in Chicago's
south side skipping rope and chanting this poem.

Oh so good ...
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