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Saturday, September 11, 2004


Poem of the Day -- September 11

The Storm Cone

This is the midnight -- let no star
Delude us -- dawn is very far.
This is the tempest long foretold --
Slow to make head but sure to hold.

Stand by! The lull twixt blast and blast
Signals the storm is near, not past;
And worse than present jeopardy
May our forlorn tomorrow be.

If we have cleared the expectant reef,
Let no man look for his relief.
Only the darkness hides the shape
Of further peril to escape.

It is decreed that we abide
The weight of gale against the tide
And those huge waves the outer main
Sends in to set us back again.

They fall and whelm. We strain to hear
The pulses of her laboring gear,
Till the deep throb beneath us proves,
After each shudder and check, she moves!

She moves, with all save purpose lost,
To make her offing from the coast;
But, till she fetches open sea,
Let no man deem that he is free!

-- Rudyard Kipling

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