Plato of the clear, dreaming eye and brave
Imaginings, conceived, withdrawn from light,
The hollow of man's heart even as a cave.
With century-slow dropping stalactite
My heart was a dripping tedious in despair.
But yesterday, awhile before I slept:
I wake to find it live with maidenhair
And mosses to the spiky pendants crept.
Great prodigies there are--Johovah's flood
Widening the margin of the Red Sea shore,--
Great marvel when the moon is turned to blood
It is to mortals, yet I marvel more
At the soft rifts, the pushings at my heart,
That lift the great stones of its rock apart.
Zimbabwe: Magistrate Refuses Bail for 95 Accused of Plotting to Oust
Mnangagwa
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[New Zimbabwe] A total of 95 people who were arrested on allegations of
staging a demonstration against President Emmerson Mnangagwa's continued
stay in of...
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