[87993] in Discussion of MIT-community interests
Prevent Heart Attacks
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Heart Attack Fighter)
Fri Sep 2 21:49:05 2016
Date: Fri, 2 Sep 2016 21:34:15 -0400
From: "Heart Attack Fighter" <heart-attack-fighter@lauras.stream>
To: <mit-talk-mtg@charon.mit.edu>
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<p><strong>Seriously, is there a good time to die of a heart attack?</str=
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<p>No, there isn' t.</p>=20
<p>And guess what?</p>=20
<p>YOU, unfortunately, have a great chance of dying of one.</p>=20
<p>Why?</p>=20
<p>Because heart disease KILLS more people in this country Than anything =
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<p>Prevent Heart Attacks<br /> How many million Aprils came Before I eve=
r knew How white a cherry bough could be, A bed of squills, how blue! And m=
any a dancing April When life is done with me, Will lift the blue flame of =
the flower And the white flame of the tree. Oh burn me with your beauty, th=
en, Oh hurt me, tree and flower, Lest in the end death try to take Even thi=
s glistening hour. O shaken flowers, O shimmering trees, O sunlit white and=
blue, Wound me, that I, through endless sleep, May bear the scar of you. S=
tars Alone in the night On a dark hill With pines around me Spicy and still=
, And a heaven full of stars Over my head, White and topaz And misty red; M=
yriads with beating Hearts of fire That aeons Cannot vex or tire; Up the do=
me of heaven Like a great hill, I watch them marching Stately and still, An=
d I know that I Am honored to be Witness Of so much majesty. " What Do=
I Care?" What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring, Tha=
t my songs do not show me at all? For they are a fragrance, and I am a flin=
t and a fire, I am an answer, they are only a call. But what do I care, for=
love will be over so soon, Let my heart have its say and my mind stand idl=
y by, For my mind is proud and strong enough to be silent, It is my heart t=
hat makes my songs, not I. Meadowlarks In the silver light after a storm, U=
nder dripping boughs of bright new green, I take the low path to hear the m=
eadowlarks Alone and high-hearted as if I were a queen. What have I to fear=
in life or death Who have known three things: the kiss in the night, The w=
hite flying joy when a song is born, And meadowlarks whistling in silver li=
ght. Driftwood My forefathers gave me My spirit' s shaken flame, The shape =
of hands, the beat of heart, The letters of my name. But it was my lovers, =
And not my sleeping sires, Who gave the flame its changeful And iridescent =
fires; As the driftwood burning Learned its jewelled blaze From the sea' s =
blue splendor Of colored nights and days. " I Have Loved Hours at Sea&=
quot; I have loved hours at sea, gray cities, The fragile secret of a flowe=
r, Music, the making of a poem That gave me heaven for an hour; First stars=
above a snowy hill, Voices of people kindly and wise, And the great look o=
f love, long hidden, Found at last in meeting eyes. I have loved much and b=
een loved deeply -- Oh when my spirit' s fire burns low, Leave me the darkn=
ess and the stillness, I shall be tired and glad to go. August Moonrise The=
sun was gone, and the moon was coming Over the blue Connecticut hills; The=
west was rosy, the east was flushed, And over my head the swallows rushed =
This way and that, with changeful wills. I heard them twitter and watched t=
hem dart Now together and now apart Like dark petals blown from a tree; The=
maples stamped against the west Were black and stately and full of rest, A=
nd the hazy orange moon grew up And slowly changed to yellow gold While the=
hills were darkened, fold on fold To a deeper blue than a flower could hol=
d. Down the hill I went, and then I forgot the ways of men, For night-scent=
s, heady, and damp and cool Wakened ecstasy in me On the brink of a shining=
pool. O Beauty, out of many a cup You have made me drunk and wild Ever sin=
ce I was a child, But when have I been sure as now That no bitterness can b=
end And no sorrow wholly bow One who loves you to the end? And though I mus=
t give my breath And my laughter all to death, And my eyes through which jo=
y came, And my heart, a wavering flame; If all must leave me and go back Al=
ong a blind and fearful track So that you can make anew, Fusing with intens=
er fire, Something nearer your desire; If my soul must go alone Through a c=
old infinity, Or even if it vanish, too, Beauty, I have worshipped you. Let=
this single hour atone For the theft of all of me. Memories II Places Plac=
es I love come back to me like music, Hush me and heal me when I am very ti=
red; I see the oak woods at Saxton' s flaming In a flare of crimson by the =
frost newly fired; And I am thirsty for the spring in the valley As for a k=
iss ungiven and long desired. I know a bright world of snowy hills at Boont=
on, A blue and white dazzling light on everything one sees, The ice-covered=
branches of the hemlocks sparkle Bending low and tinkling in the sharp thi=
n breeze, And iridescent crystals fall and crackle on the snow-crust With t=
he winter sun drawing cold blue shadows from the trees. Violet now, in veil=
on veil of evening The hills across from Cromwell grow dreamy and far; A w=
ood-thrush is singing soft as a viol In the heart of the hollow where the d=
ark pools are; The primrose has opened her pale yellow flowers And heaven i=
s lighting star after star. Places I love come back to me like music -- Mid=
-ocean, midnight, the waves buzz drowsily; In the ship' s deep churning the=
eerie phosphorescence Is like the souls of people who were drowned at sea,=
And I can hear a man' s voice, speaking, hushed, insistent, At midnight, i=
n mid-ocean, hour on hour to me. Old Tunes As the waves of perfume, heliotr=
ope, rose, Float in the garden when no wind blows, Come to us, go from us, =
whence no one knows; So the old tunes float in my mind, And go from me leav=
ing no trace behind, Like fragrance borne on the hush of the wind. But in t=
he instant the airs remain I know the laughter and the pain Of times that w=
ill not come again. I try to catch at many a tune Like petals of light fall=
en from the moon, Broken and bright on a dark lagoon, But they float away -=
- for who can hold Youth, or perfume or the moon' s gold? " Only in Sl=
eep" Only in sleep I see their faces, Children I played with when I wa=
s a child, Louise comes back with her brown hair braided, Annie with ringle=
ts warm and wild. Only in sleep Time is forgotten -- What may have come to =
them, who can know? Yet we played last night as long ago, And the doll-hous=
e stood at the turn of the stair. The years had not sharpened their smooth =
round faces, I met their eyes and found them mild -- Do they, too, dream of=
me, I wonder, And for them am I too a child? Redbirds Redbirds, redbirds, =
Long and long ago, What a honey-call you had In hills I used to know; Redbu=
d, buckberry, Wild plum-tree And proud river sweeping Southward to the sea,=
Brown and gold in the sun Sparkling far below, Trailing stately round her =
bluffs Where the poplars grow -- Redbirds, redbirds, Are you singing still =
As you sang one May day On Saxton' s Hill? Sunset: St. Louis Hushed in the =
smoky haze of summer sunset, When I came home again from far-off places, Ho=
w many times I saw my western city Dream by her river. Then for an hour the=
water wore a mantle Of tawny gold and mauve and misted turquoise Under the=
tall and darkened arches bearing Gray, high-flung bridges. Against the sun=
set, water-towers and steeples Flickered with fire up the slope to westward=
, And old warehouses poured their purple shadows Across the levee. High ove=
r them the black train swept with thunder, Cleaving the city, leaving far b=
eneath it Wharf-boats moored beside the old side-wheelers Resting in twilig=
ht. The Coin Into my heart' s treasury I slipped a coin That time cannot ta=
ke Nor a thief purloin, -- Oh better than the minting Of a gold-crowned kin=
g Is the safe-kept memory Of a lovely thing. The Voice Atoms as old as star=
s, Mutation on mutation, Millions and millions of cells Dividing yet still =
the same, From air and changing earth, From ancient Eastern rivers, From tu=
rquoise tropic seas, Unto myself I came. My spirit like my flesh Sprang fro=
m a thousand sources, From cave-man, hunter and shepherd, From Karnak, Cypr=
us, Rome; The living thoughts in me Spring from dead men and women, Forgott=
en time out of mind And many as bubbles of foam. Here for a moment' s space=
Into the light out of darkness, I come and they come with me Finding words=
with my breath; From the wisdom of many life-times I hear them cry: "=
Forever Seek for Beauty, she only Fights with man against Death!" </p=
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