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Bob Makransky's Magical Sampler

It turned away from the blithe country
And down the other air and the blue altered sky
Streamed again a wonder of summer
With apples
Pears and red currants
And I saw in the turning so clearly a child’s
Forgotten mornings when he walked with his mother
Through the parables
Of sun light
And the legends of the green chapels
And the twice told fields of infancy
That his tears burned my cheeks and his heart moved in mine.
These were the woods the river and sea
Where a boy
In the listening
Summertime of the dead whispered the truth of his joy
To the trees and the stones and the fish in the tide.
And the mystery
Sang alive
Still in the water and singingbirds.
And there could I marvel my birthday
Away but the weather turned around. And the true
Joy of the long dead child sang burning
In the sun.
It was my thirtieth
Year to heaven stood there then in the summer noon
Though the town below lay leaved with October blood.
O may my heart’s truth
Still be sung
On this high hill in a year’s turning.
< From Poems of Dylan Thomas, copyright 1945 by the Trustees for the
Copyrights of Dylan Thomas.>
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Terrestrial State
“First: the four angular Houses (1, 10, 7, and 4) are inherently more powerful
than the other Houses.” “Next in strength to the Ascendant comes the Midheaven, then
the Descendant, and finally the Imum Coeli.” “The angular Houses take precedence [in
strength] over the succedent ones, and these in turn over the cadent Houses.”
 
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