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The CRISPR's frustration
PaceJoyce Kilmer: Trees
I think that I shall never see
A gene as lovely as a tree.
A gene whose histones’ mouth is pres’d
‘Gainst coiled enhancer’s flowing twist;
A tree that links its genes all day,
For lofting leafy arms to splay;
No gene alone in Summer bears
A nested interaction’s fare;
Upon whose basis shape is lain;
Who intimately breathes the rain.
Genes are named by fools like me,
But lonely genes can’t make a tree.
How to I leaf thee? Let me count the ways.
I leaf thee to the depth and breadth and height
My bows can reach, when flow’ring out of sight
For the ends of branching in ideal place.
I leaf thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by shade in clearing’s light.
I leaf thee fully, as my stomates’ right
I leaf thee petally, as I've ta’en from phloem.
I leaf thee with the pollen put to use
In my old grafts, and with my saplings’ fronds.
I leaf thee with a leaf I’m doomed to lose
With my lost seas’ns. I leaf thee with the branch,
Stems, tips, of all my life; and, if Ground choose,
Instructor's lament
After Emily Dickinson: I am Nobody
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Have you no funding, too?
Then there's a pair of us--don't tell!
They'd banish us--to teach!
How dreary to be somebody!
How pander, like a fraud
To boast your name the livelong day
To the reviewing bawd!
....And finally, here's another adulteration, that we might read, even in a season for joy, a thought for our ecologically destructive age:
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| Forest, Osaka, Japan. Source: Wikimedia images |
Evangeline
After HW Longfellow: Evangeline (opening lines)
This is the foresters’ evil,
The sawing of pines and the hemlocks,
Once bearded with moss, and in garments green, that indistinct in the twilight,
Stood like Druids of old; but now with voices sad and prophetic,
Sounding like harpers' howl, weep tears that rest on their bosoms.
Loud from its raucous cuttings, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Hears, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.
This was the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it
Leaped like the roe, when he heard in the woodland the oncoming humans?
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| Source: Holly Wreath: Wiki images |
