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Shirley, Please, send this memo to the entire group and ask if this demo was given to anybody in our group.
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Poetry Analysis/ Discussion Tulips The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
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Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.
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I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.
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I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.
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I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses And my history to the anesthetist and my body to surgeons.
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They have propped my head between the pillow and the sheet-cuff Like an eye between two white lids that will not shut.
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Stupid pupil, it has to take everything in. The nurses pass and pass, they are no trouble, They pass the way gulls pass inland in their white caps, Doing things with their hands, one just the same as another, So it is impossible to tell how many there are.
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My body is a pebble to them, they tend it as water Tends to the pebbles it must run over, smoothing them gently.
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They bring me numbness in their bright needles, they bring me sleep Now I have lost myself I am sick of baggage My patent leather overnight case like a black pillbox, My husband and child smiling out of the family photo; Their smiles catch onto my skin, little smiling hooks.
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I have let things slip, a thirty-year~old cargo boat Stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.
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They have swabbed me clear of my loving associations.
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Scared and bare on the green plastic-pillowed trolley I watched my teaset, my bureaus of linen, my books Sink out of sight, and the water went over my head.
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I am a nun now, I have never been so pure.
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I didn't want any flowers, I only wanted To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
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How free it is, you have no idea how free - The peacefulness is so big it dazes you, And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets.
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It is what the dead close on, finally; I imagine them Shutting their mouths on it, like a Communion tablet.
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The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me.
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Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby.
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Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds.
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They are subtle: they seem to float, though they weigh me down Upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their color, A dozen red lead sinkers round my neck.
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Nobody watched me before, now I am watched.
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The tulips turn to me, and the window behind me Where once a day the light slowly widens and slowly thins, And I see myself, flat, ridiculous, a cut-paper shadow Between the eye of the sun and the eyes of the tulips, And I have no face, I have wanted to efface myself The vivid tulips eat my oxygen.
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Before they came the air was calm enough, Coming and going, breath by breath, without any fuss.
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Then the tulips filled it up like a loud noise.
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Now the air snags and eddies round them the way a river Snags and eddies round a sunken rust-red engine.
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They concentrate my attention, that was happy Playing and resting without committing itself.
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The walls, also, seem to be warming themselves.
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The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals; They are opening like the mouth of some great African cat, And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.
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The water I taste is warm and salt, like the sea, And comes from a country far away as health.
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Look forward to meeting you in Houston.
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What about Wednesday, Vince
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Confirmed.
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Vince
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She will come on Thu at 10:15.
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Matt, With pleasure.
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Tom, Electronic version is OK.
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Vince
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November 15 is a bad day for me.
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I shall be in San Antonio for our annual management conference.
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Practically everybody who counts in Enron will be there.
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Still no response from Louise.
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I shall catch her tomorrow in person.
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Vince
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Frank, Great idea.
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I think it will be an opportunity to brainstorm about the problem.
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Please, take a look.
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Vince
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FYI Vince
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Kevin, The donuts are a great idea.
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I think we should add Jeff and John as well (baskets).
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Vince
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David, When do you need my signature.
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I missed the presentation last Tuesday (I was sick) and would like a day or two to review the product.
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Vince
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FYI My trip to Wharton (yes, again).
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Vince
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Donna, Jeff Shankman will join me for the kickoff.
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We would like to invite the students and faculty members to dinner, following the presentation.
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Any recommendations regarding the restaurant?
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Did you have the chance to audit the UK vol generator?
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Neil, I shall do the review with pleasure.
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Kevin, Thanks.
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Vince
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Sorry.
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I have previous commitments on these days.
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Vince
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I should be.
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I shall be driving back from Waco and barring any emergency I shall join you.
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Sam, Thanks for forward thinking.
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What about a new asscoiate Kate Lucas or Sharad?
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I shall beat on people (or myself) to produce Enron North America Corp.
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FYI Vince
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Cathy, Thanks.
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Please, add my assistant to the distribution is.
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Her name is Shirley Vince
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Sam, We shall go with Sharad for next Monday.
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Vince Enron North America Corp.
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I think I read one of his papers.
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Mechanical application of one technique to power prices, no useful insights.
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We can still invite him.
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David, Possibly.
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Kim, Thanks a lot.
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I appreciate your kind words.
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Greg, This is the info about the WEBI program at Wharton.
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Kevin, Please, call me tomorrow to finalize the list.
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Lance, Any interest?
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