Famouns Inversion in Lit. History

[Byrnes Weir]

At 10:02 AM 2/9/97 -0700, Steelhead wrote:
>Famous Inversions in Literary History:
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>"The question is: not to be or to be?"
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>"Stirring dull roots with spring rain,
>mixing memory and desire,
>Breeding lilacs out of the deadlands,
>The cruellest month is April."
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>"Beside the white
>chickens
>glazed with rain
>water
>a red wheel
>barrow
>so much depends
>upon."
>
>"I think I may well be a Jew.
>Like I Jew I began to talk.
>To Dachau, a Jew, Belsen, Auschwitz.
>An engine, an engine
>Chuffing me off like a Jew.
>And the language so obscene."
>
>*Introibo ad altare Dei.* He intoned and held the bowl aloft.
>The morning air was mild and gently sustained an ungirdled yellow
>dressinggown behind him. Bearing a mirror and a razor, which lay crossed on
>a bowl of lather, came Buck Mulligan from the stairhead, plump, stately."
>
>"Across the sky a screaming comes."
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>Steely
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"There is only one literary truth, I am not the author"

Miles Rolt