[88018] in Discussion of MIT-community interests
Prevent Heart Attacks
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Heart Attack Fighter)
Sat Sep 3 13:18:55 2016
Date: Sat, 3 Sep 2016 13:13:02 -0400
From: "Heart Attack Fighter" <heart_attack_fighter@optimists.stream>
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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 =
else. And since you opened this email, well, I know you' re worried about D=
YING from one.</p>=20
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<p>Trust me, you do NOT want to suffer a heart attack and live the experi=
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<p>When you see for yourself what these 4 things are, well, you' ll be ev=
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<p>Prevent Heart Attacks<br /> In Warsaw in Poland Half the world away, =
The one I love best of all Thought of me to-day; I know, for I went Winged =
as a bird, In the wide flowing wind His own voice I heard; His arms were ro=
und me In a ferny place, I looked in the pool And there was his face -- But=
now it is night And the cold stars say: "Warsaw in Poland Is half the=
world away." Compensation I should be glad of loneliness And hours th=
at go on broken wings, A thirsty body, a tired heart And the unchanging ach=
e of things, If I could make a single song As lovely and as full of light, =
As hushed and brief as a falling star On a winter night. I Remembered There=
never was a mood of mine, Gay or heart-broken, luminous or dull, But you c=
ould ease me of its fever And give it back to me more beautiful. In many an=
other soul I broke the bread, And drank the wine and played the happy guest=
, But I was lonely, I remembered you; The heart belongs to him who knew it =
best. "Oh You Are Coming" Oh you are coming, coming, coming, How =
will hungry Time put by the hours till then? -- But why does it anger my he=
art to long so For one man out of the world of men? Oh I would live in myse=
lf only And build my life lightly and still as a dream -- Are not my though=
ts clearer than your thoughts And colored like stones in a running stream? =
Now the slow moon brightens in heaven, The stars are ready, the night is he=
re -- Oh why must I lose myself to love you, My dear? The Return He has com=
e, he is here, My love has come home, The minutes are lighter Than flying f=
oam, The hours are like dancers On gold-slippered feet, The days are young =
runners Naked and fleet -- For my love has returned, He is home, he is here=
, In the whole world no other Is dear as my dear! Gray Eyes It was April wh=
en you came The first time to me, And my first look in your eyes Was like m=
y first look at the sea. We have been together Four Aprils now Watching for=
the green On the swaying willow bough; Yet whenever I turn To your gray ey=
es over me, It is as though I looked For the first time at the sea. The Net=
I made you many and many a song, Yet never one told all you are -- It was =
as though a net of words Were flung to catch a star; It was as though I cur=
ved my hand And dipped sea-water eagerly, Only to find it lost the blue Dar=
k splendor of the sea. The Mystery Your eyes drink of me, Love makes them s=
hine, Your eyes that lean So close to mine. We have long been lovers, We kn=
ow the range Of each other's moods And how they change; But when we look At=
each other so Then we feel How little we know; The spirit eludes us, Timid=
and free -- Can I ever know you Or you know me? In a Hospital IV Open Wind=
ows Out of the window a sea of green trees Lift their soft boughs like the =
arms of a dancer, They beckon and call me, "Come out in the sun!"=
But I cannot answer. I am alone with Weakness and Pain, Sick abed and June=
is going, I cannot keep her, she hurries by With the silver-green of her g=
arments blowing. Men and women pass in the street Glad of the shining sapph=
ire weather, But we know more of it than they, Pain and I together. They ar=
e the runners in the sun, Breathless and blinded by the race, But we are wa=
tchers in the shade Who speak with Wonder face to face. The New Moon Day, y=
ou have bruised and beaten me, As rain beats down the bright, proud sea, Be=
aten my body, bruised my soul, Left me nothing lovely or whole -- Yet I hav=
e wrested a gift from you, Day that dies in dusky blue: For suddenly over t=
he factories I saw a moon in the cloudy seas -- A wisp of beauty all alone =
In a world as hard and gray as stone -- Oh who could be bitter and want to =
die When a maiden moon wakes up in the sky? Eight O'Clock Supper comes at f=
ive o'clock, At six, the evening star, My lover comes at eight o'clock -- B=
ut eight o'clock is far. How could I bear my pain all day Unless I watched =
to see The clock-hands laboring to bring Eight o'clock to me. Lost Things O=
h, I could let the world go by, Its loud new wonders and its wars, But how =
will I give up the sky When winter dusk is set with stars? And I could let =
the cities go, Their changing customs and their creeds, -- But oh, the summ=
er rains that blow In silver on the jewel-weeds! Pain Waves are the sea's w=
hite daughters, And raindrops the children of rain, But why for my shimmeri=
ng body Have I a mother like Pain? Night is the mother of stars, And wind t=
he mother of foam -- The world is brimming with beauty, But I must stay at =
home. The Broken Field My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; M=
y soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain. Where grass and bending flowers =
Were growing, The field lies broken now For another sowing. Great Sower whe=
n you tread My field again, Scatter the furrows there With better grain. Th=
e Unseen Death went up the hall Unseen by every one, Trailing twilight robe=
s Past the nurse and the nun. He paused at every door And listened to the b=
reath Of those who did not know How near they were to Death. Death went up =
the hall Unseen by nurse and nun; He passed by many a door -- But he entere=
d one. A Prayer When I am dying, let me know That I loved the blowing snow =
Although it stung like whips; That I loved all lovely things And I tried to=
take their stings With gay unembittered lips; That I loved with all my str=
ength, To my soul's full depth and length, Careless if my heart must break,=
That I sang as children sing Fitting tunes to everything, Loving life for =
its own sake. V Spring Torrents Will it always be like this until I am dead=
, Every spring must I bear it all again With the first red haze of the budd=
ing maple boughs, And the first sweet-smelling rain? Oh I am like a rock in=
the rising river Where the flooded water breaks with a low call -- Like a =
rock that knows the cry of the waters And cannot answer at all. "I Kno=
w the Stars" I know the stars by their names, Aldebaran, Altair, And I=
know the path they take Up heaven's broad blue stair. I know the secrets o=
f men By the look of their eyes, Their gray thoughts, their strange thought=
s Have made me sad and wise. But your eyes are dark to me Though they seem =
to call and call -- I cannot tell if you love me Or do not love me at all. =
I know many things, But the years come and go, I shall die not knowing The =
thing I long to know. Understanding I understood the rest too well, And all=
their thoughts have come to be Clear as grey sea-weed in the swell Of a su=
nny shallow sea. But you I never understood, Your spirit's secret hides lik=
e gold Sunk in a Spanish galleon Ages ago in waters cold. Nightfall We will=
never walk again As we used to walk at night, Watching our shadows lengthe=
n Under the gold street-light When the snow was new and white. We will neve=
r walk again Slowly, we two, In spring when the park is sweet With midnight=
and with dew, And the passers-by are few. I sit and think of it all, And t=
he blue June twilight dies, -- Down in the clanging square A street-piano c=
ries And stars come out in the skies. "It Is Not a Word" It is no=
t a word spoken, Few words are said; Nor even a look of the eyes Nor a bend=
of the head, But only a hush of the heart That has too much to keep, Only =
memories waking That sleep so light a sleep. "My Heart Is Heavy" =
My heart is heavy with many a song Like ripe fruit bearing down the tree, B=
ut I can never give you one -- My songs do not belong to me. Yet in the eve=
ning, in the dusk When moths go to and fro, In the gray hour if the fruit h=
as fallen, Take it, no one will know. The Nights Remember The days remember=
and the nights remember The kingly hours that once you made so great, Deep=
in my heart they lie, hidden in their splendor, Buried like sovereigns in =
their robes of state. Let them not wake again, better to lie there, Wrapped=
in memories, jewelled and arrayed -- Many a ghostly king has waked from de=
ath-sleep And found his crown stolen and his throne decayed. "Let It B=
e Forgotten" Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten =
as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten for ever and ever=
, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old. If anyone asks, say it was fo=
rgotten Long and long ago, As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall In =
a long forgotten snow. The Dark Cup VI May Day A delicate fabric of bird so=
ng Floats in the air, The smell of wet wild earth Is everywhere. Red small =
leaves of the maple Are clenched like a hand, Like girls at their first com=
munion The pear trees stand. Oh I must pass nothing by Without loving it mu=
ch, The raindrop try with my lips, The grass with my touch; For how can I b=
e sure I shall see again The world on the first of May Shining after the ra=
in? "Since There Is No Escape" Since there is no escape, since at=
the end My body will be utterly destroyed, This hand I love as I have love=
d a friend, This body I tended, wept with and enjoyed; Since there is no es=
cape even for me Who love life with a love too sharp to bear: The scent of =
orchards in the rain, the sea And hours alone too still and sure for prayer=
-- Since darkness waits for me, then all the more Let me go down as waves =
sweep to the shore In pride; and let me sing with my last breath; In these =
few hours of light I lift my head; Life is my lover -- I shall leave the de=
ad If there is any way to baffle death. "The Dreams of My Heart" =
The dreams of my heart and my mind pass, Nothing stays with me long, But I =
have had from a child The deep solace of song; If that should ever leave me=
, Let me find death and stay With things whose tunes are played out and for=
gotten Like the rain of yesterday. "A Little While" A little whil=
e when I am gone My life will live in music after me, As spun foam lifted a=
nd borne on After the wave is lost in the full sea. A while these nights an=
d days will burn In song with the bright frailty of foam, Living in light b=
efore they turn Back to the nothingness that is their home. The Garden My h=
eart is a garden tired with autumn, Heaped with bending asters and dahlias =
heavy and dark, In the hazy sunshine, the garden remembers April, The drenc=
h of rains and a snow-drop quick and clear as a spark; Daffodils blowing in=
the cold wind of morning, And golden tulips, goblets holding the rain -- T=
he garden will be hushed with snow, forgotten soon, forgotten -- After the =
stillness, will spring come again? The Wine I cannot die, who drank delight=
From the cup of the crescent moon, And hungrily as men eat bread, Loved th=
e scented nights of June. The rest may die -- but is there not Some shining=
strange escape for me Who sought in Beauty the bright wine Of immortality?=
In a Cuban Garden Hibiscus flowers are cups of fire, (Love me, my lover, l=
ife will not stay) The bright poinsettia shakes in the wind, A scarlet leaf=
is blowing away. A lizard lifts his head and listens -- Kiss me before the=
noon goes by, Here in the shade of the ceiba hide me From the great black =
vulture circling the sky. "If I Must Go" If I must go to heaven's=
end Climbing the ages like a stair, Be near me and forever bend With the s=
ame eyes above me there; Time will fly past us like leaves flying, We shall=
not heed, for we shall be Beyond living, beyond dying, Knowing and known u=
nchangeably. VII In Spring, Santa Barbara I have been happy two weeks toget=
her, My love is coming home to me, Gold and silver is the weather And smoot=
h as lapis is the sea. The earth has turned its brown to green After three =
nights of humming rain, And in the valleys peck and preen Linnets with a sc=
arlet stain. High in the mountains all alone The wild swans whistle on the =
lakes, But I have been as still as stone, My heart sings only when it break=
s. White Fog Heaven-invading hills are drowned In wide moving waves of mist=
, Phlox before my door are wound In dripping wreaths of amethyst. Ten feet =
away the solid earth Changes into melting cloud, There is a hush of pain an=
d mirth, No bird has heart to speak aloud. Here in a world without a sky, W=
ithout the ground, without the sea, The one unchanging thing is I, Myself r=
emains to comfort me. Arcturus Arcturus brings the spring back As surely no=
w as when He rose on eastern islands For Grecian girls and men; The twiligh=
t is as clear a blue, The star as shaken and as bright, And the same though=
t he gave to them He gives to me to-night. </p>=20
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