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[6-16-2009 Update Insert: Most of what is in this space is now moot. I found out what I was doing wrong and have reinstated Archives and Labels searches. They do work. However, in certain cases you may prefer Labels to Archives. Example: 1976 Today begins in November of 2006 and concludes in December of 2006, but there are other related posts in other months. Note: Labels only shows 20 posts at a time. There are 21 hubs, making 21 (which is for 1976 Today) an older hub.] ********************************* to my online poems and song lyrics using Archives. Use hubs for finding archival locations but do not link through them. Originally an AOL Journal, where the archive system was nothing like the system here, this blog was migrated from there to here in October of 2008. Today (Memorial/Veteran's Day, May 25, 2009) I discovered a glitch when trying to use a Blogger archive. Now, it may be template-related, but I am unable to return to S M or to the dashboard once I am in the Archives. Therefore, I've decided on this approach: a month-by-month post guide. The sw you see in the codes here stood for Salchert's Weblog when I began it in November of 2006. It later became Sprintedon Hollow. AOL provided what were called entry numbers, but they weren't consistent, and they didn't begin at the first cardinal number. That is why the numbers after "sw" came to be part of a post's code. ************** Here then is the month-by-month post guide: *2006* November: 00001 through 00046 - December: 00047 through 00056 -- *2007* January: 00057 through 00137 - February: 00138 through 00241 - March: 00242 through 00295 - April: 00296 through 00356 - May: 00357 through 00437 - June: 00438 through 00527 - July: 00528 though 00550 - August: 00551 through 00610 - September: 00611 through 00625 - October: 00626 through 00657 - November: 00658 through 00729 - December: 00730 through 00762 -- *2008* January: 00763 through 00791 - February: 00792 through 00826 - March: 00827 through 00849 - April: 00850 through 00872 - May: 00873 through 00907 - June: 00908 through 00931 - July: 00932 through 00955 - August: 00956 through 00993 - September 00994 through 01005 - October: 01006 through 01007 - November: 01008 through 01011 - December: 01012 through 01014 -- *2009* January: 01015 through 01021 - February: 01022 through 01028 - March: 01029 through 01033 - April: 01034 through 01036 - May: 01037 through 01044 - ******************************************************* 1976 Today: 2006/11 and 2006/12 -- Rooted Sky 2007: 2007/01/00063rsc -- Postures 2007: 2007/01/sw00137pc -- Sets: 2007/02/sw00215sgc -- Venturings: 2007/03/00216vc -- The Undulant Trees: 2007/03/00266utc -- This Day's Poem: 2007/03/00267tdpc -- Autobio: 2007/04/sw00316ac -- Fond du Lac: 2007/04/00339fdl -- Justan Tamarind: 2007/05/sw00366jtc -- Prayers in December: 2007/05/sw00393pindc -- June 2007: 2007/06/sw00440junec -- Seminary: 2007/07/sw00533semc -- Scatterings: 2008/08/00958sc ** Song Lyrics: 2008/02/sw00797slc ********** 2009-06-02: Have set S M to show 200 posts per page. Unfortunately, you will need to scroll to nearly the bottom of a page to get to the next older/newer page.


Monday, May 7, 2007


Justan Tamarind: Book I e14 Disorganized inhabitants. His years Were so remarkably fulfilled/ his peers, Before and after, seemed (and would seem) Like princes on the throne: that when the tears Of many came in the wake of the dream, Which really was his ship of death, the heart Of Moiland tremored to its farthest stream, Till there was not a major, minor part Which did not lose in strength, which did not start. From that crisp day, when fall blazed highest, all In Moiland sought for ways to reach The Wall (That marble barrier in Castle D Behind which every king before Trent's Paul, And every king thereafter, willed to be) To visit holy Tamarind's bier, To be with Nareb's hermit: not where he Had risen to, but for a while; just near To where his body lay beyond their fear. For forty days their king's fair body laid In grand repose, for not a hair decayed Nor did a finger darken or turn hard; But just as when that sainted ruler prayed Before the vigil cross in Crean's yard, And no one dared disturb him, his smile And olive eyes . . . exactly as the guard Rudolfo swore they were, so all that while He stayed. And each new mourner/ who would file/ Against The Wall, as each had sinned, would weep. Such was the power given Ruam in his sleep. Such was his Rune's approval, five weeks And five full days. By 3 pm the steep Descent to Durin Square--where Seth still speaks Of Ruam, as his family is wont, On each November first--and there, the peaks Of Sedra's voice, above King Argot's font, Exploded into memories Moiland's want; And there, the valleys of his voice, above Queen Anna's herbs, extending Ruam's love (His radiant ecumenical verve), Seeping into hearts the fluid wonder of A man who had one Master he would serve, Enriched through rare emotions Moiland's wealth. Oh whether today, to Parth, these deserve One like him or have to/ shrink from the stealth Of someone like Geldarkta: that the health Brian A. J. Salchert

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