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README.rst

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-All of the poems in here are good, or interesting. There are currently 9,147 poems in 47 (3.662) languages by 599 (257.164) authors from 85 (13.803) countries.
+All of the poems in here are good, or interesting. There are currently 9,146 poems in 47 (3.662) languages by 599 (257.196) authors from 85 (13.801) countries.
 
 (The quantites in the parentheses are the effective counts, based on the entropy of the distribution over the poems.)

poems/data/poems.json

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                 }
             },
             "as-i-walked-out-one-evening": {
-                "title": "“As I Walked out One Evening”",
+                "title": "“As I walked out one evening …”",
                 "body": "As I walked out one evening,\nWalking down Bristol Street,\nThe crowds upon the pavement\nWere fields of harvest wheat.\n\nAnd down by the brimming river\nI heard a lover sing\nUnder an arch of the railway:\n“Love has no ending.”\n\n“I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you\nTill China and Africa meet,\nAnd the river jumps over the mountain\nAnd the salmon sing in the street,”\n\n“I’ll love you till the ocean\nIs folded and hung up to dry\nAnd the seven stars go squawking\nLike geese about the sky.”\n\n“The years shall run like rabbits,\nFor in my arms I hold\nThe Flower of the Ages,\nAnd the first love of the world.”\n\nBut all the clocks in the city\nBegan to whirr and chime:\n“O let not Time deceive you,\nYou cannot conquer Time.”\n\n“In the burrows of the Nightmare\nWhere Justice naked is,\nTime watches from the shadow\nAnd coughs when you would kiss.”\n\n“In headaches and in worry\nVaguely life leaks away,\nAnd Time will have his fancy\nTo-morrow or to-day.”\n\n“Into many a green valley\nDrifts the appalling snow;\nTime breaks the threaded dances\nAnd the diver’s brilliant bow.”\n\n“O plunge your hands in water,\nPlunge them in up to the wrist;\nStare, stare in the basin\nAnd wonder what you’ve missed.”\n\n“The glacier knocks in the cupboard,\nThe desert sighs in the bed,\nAnd the crack in the tea-cup opens\nA lane to the land of the dead.”\n\n“Where the beggars raffle the banknotes\nAnd the Giant is enchanting to Jack,\nAnd the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,\nAnd Jill goes down on her back.”\n\n“O look, look in the mirror,\nO look in your distress:\nLife remains a blessing\nAlthough you cannot bless.”\n\n“O stand, stand at the window\nAs the tears scald and start;\nYou shall love your crooked neighbour\nWith your crooked heart.”\n\nIt was late, late in the evening,\nThe lovers they were gone;\nThe clocks had ceased their chiming,\nAnd the deep river ran on.",
                 "metadata": {
                     "language": "English",
@@ -29227,12 +29227,13 @@
                 "title": "“Waiting for the Barbarians”",
                 "body": "What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum?\n\n_The barbarians are due here today._\n\nWhy isn’t anything happening in the senate?\nWhy do the senators sit there without legislating?\n\n_Because the barbarians are coming today.\nWhat laws can the senators make now?\nOnce the barbarians are here, they’ll do the legislating._\n\nWhy did our emperor get up so early,\nand why is he sitting at the city’s main gate\non his throne, in state, wearing the crown?\n\n_Because the barbarians are coming today\nand the emperor is waiting to receive their leader.\nHe has even prepared a scroll to give him,\nreplete with titles, with imposing names._\n\nWhy have our two consuls and praetors come out today\nwearing their embroidered, their scarlet togas?\nWhy have they put on bracelets with so many amethysts,\nand rings sparkling with magnificent emeralds?\nWhy are they carrying elegant canes\nbeautifully worked in silver and gold?\n\n_Because the barbarians are coming today\nand things like that dazzle the barbarians._\n\nWhy don’t our distinguished orators come forward as usual\nto make their speeches, say what they have to say?\n\n_Because the barbarians are coming today\nand they’re bored by rhetoric and public speaking._\n\nWhy this sudden restlessness, this confusion?\n(How serious people’s faces have become.)\nWhy are the streets and squares emptying so rapidly,\neveryone going home so lost in thought?\n\n_Because night has fallen and the barbarians have not come.\nAnd some who have just returned from the border say\nthere are no barbarians any longer._\n\nAnd now, what’s going to happen to us without barbarians?\nThey were, those people, a kind of solution.",
                 "metadata": {
+                    "tags": [
+                        "favorite",
+                        "Greek"
+                    ],
                     "language": "Greek",
                     "translators": [
                         "Edmund Keeley"
-                    ],
-                    "tags": [
-                        "Greek"
                     ]
                 }
             },
@@ -141579,23 +141580,6 @@
                     }
                 }
             },
-            "from-revelation-and-defeat": {
-                "title": "“From Revelation and Defeat”",
-                "body": "On silver soles I climbed down the thorny stairs, and I walked into the white-washed room. A light\nburned there silently, and without speaking I wrapped my head in purple linen; and the earth threw out a\nchildlike body, a creature of the moon, that slowly stepped out of the darkness of my shadow, with broken\narms, stony waterfalls sank away, fluffy snow.",
-                "metadata": {
-                    "language": "German",
-                    "translators": [
-                        "James Wright",
-                        "Robert Bly"
-                    ],
-                    "tags": [
-                        "Austrian"
-                    ],
-                    "context": {
-                        "season": "winter"
-                    }
-                }
-            },
             "rondel": {
                 "title": "“Rondel”",
                 "body": "Flown away is the gold of days,\nThe evening’s brown and blue colors:\nThe shepherd’s soft flutes have died,\nThe evening’s blue and brown colors;\nFlown away is the gold of days.",

scripts/send_poem.py

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         history.loc[index, "date"] = date
         history.loc[index, "time"] = time
-        history.loc[index, "timestamp"] = now.timestamp
+        history.loc[index, "timestamp"] = int(now.timestamp)
         history.loc[index, "title"] = p.key
         history.loc[index, "author"] = p.author.key