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(I warned you about the spamming.)

First off, I'd like to do another jewelry-making binge and subsequent sale as soon as I can afford a jaunt through Fire Mountain. I'm tempted to do an all-request sale. I.e., you tell me what sort of stones and color combinations you like, and I'll make something with them. I've had one request for bloodstone, and someone else mentioned liking amber and aventurine. So if there's something you'd like, or something you think the universe needs more of in general, leave a comment and let me know.


And the poetry question, because my memory and google-fu are completely failing me. I keep thinking there's another poetical reference to hounds-of-something, besides Swinburne's hounds of springs from "Atalanta". I'm convinced of it, in fact, but I can't figure out what I'm thinking of. There were hounds, and something architectural, and God... I read this poem in a lit class, and found it on Bartleby again pretty recently, but for the life of me I can't remember the author or what keywords I used to find it. Does anyone have clue what I'm on about?

Date: 2008-06-19 08:11 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] mmerriam.livejournal.com
are you talking about this?

He cried no cry when they drave the nails
And the blood gushed hot and free,
The hounds of the crimson sky gave tongue
But never a cry cried he.


If so, it is from Ezra Pound's "Ballad of the Goodly Fere"

http://www.bartleby.com/265/295.html

Date: 2008-06-19 08:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stillsostrange.livejournal.com
That's not it, but "hounds of the crimson sky" is pretty awesome.

Date: 2008-06-19 08:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sienamystic.livejournal.com
Was it The Hound of Heaven by Francis Thompson?

fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears
I hid from Him, and under running laughter;
Up vistaed hopes I sped;
And shot, precipitated,
Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears,
From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.
But with unhurrying chase,
And unperturbed pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
They beat — and a Voice beat
More instant than the Feet—
"All things betray thee, who betrayest Me."

Date: 2008-06-19 08:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stillsostrange.livejournal.com
Yes! Thank you! I tried "hound of heaven", too, and still couldn't find it.

Date: 2008-06-19 08:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sienamystic.livejournal.com
Cool beans!

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