In your window of time, show yourself off with pride,
run through the whole of your repertoire of poses
before the amphitheater of eternity, at rest outside.
Let your voice go flying out there maestoso
to those who are chosen to die only in part,
who became, in this frail world, the divine's own channels,
each in the lane of their own, marked out from the start,
whose words come through the cultural noise to the annals,
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Let's think of a day,
People with love surrounding all the way;
No blames, no false news,
No attacks, no injurious,
No injustice to anyone;
People are following the law all the day.
Let's think of a moment,
Having smile on everyone’s face;
Showing true friendship,
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A Letter To My Aunt Discussing The Correct Approach To Modern Poetry
To you, my aunt, who would explore
The literary Chankley Bore,
The paths are hard, for you are not
A literary Hottentot
But just a kind and cultured dame
Who knows not Eliot (to her shame).
Fie on you, aunt, that you should see
No genius in David G.,
No elemental form and sound
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Let us roll together on the cobbled floors of
Europe and pick up, in our greedy search,
Every fallen crisp and old blade of ancient grass.
Good old restless fleas must not peck at them
Or resume haunting the spectres that follow
Them season after season.
And it must be on a Sunday —post
Sunday school—after the church bell has rung twice;
After the spell of the visiting thaumaturge on the village
Has followed the blight of the late rains of a
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1 The garden mould was damp and chill,
2 Winter had had his brutal will
3 Since over all the year's content
4 His devastating legions went.
5 Then Spring's bright banners came: there woke
6 Millions of little growing folk
7 Who thrilled to know the winter done,
8 Gave thanks, and strove towards the sun.
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Let's think of a day,
People with love surrounding all the way;
No blames, no false news,
No attacks, no injurious,
No injustice to anyone;
People are following the law all the day.
Let's think of a moment,
Having smile on everyone’s face;
Showing true friendship,
......
In your window of time, show yourself off with pride,
run through the whole of your repertoire of poses
before the amphitheater of eternity, at rest outside.
Let your voice go flying out there maestoso
to those who are chosen to die only in part,
who became, in this frail world, the divine's own channels,
each in the lane of their own, marked out from the start,
whose words come through the cultural noise to the annals,
......
Let us roll together on the cobbled floors of
Europe and pick up, in our greedy search,
Every fallen crisp and old blade of ancient grass.
Good old restless fleas must not peck at them
Or resume haunting the spectres that follow
Them season after season.
And it must be on a Sunday —post
Sunday school—after the church bell has rung twice;
After the spell of the visiting thaumaturge on the village
Has followed the blight of the late rains of a
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The ceremony does not begin until
We hear the silent splattering of the
Snowflakes upon the shuttered mildewed
Windows lined under the haggard trees—
And by then,
The Mary Tyler Moore Show must have
Ended as fast as it had begun —
Behind the faces of muted clocks that
Tick and drop frozen nuts on the carapaces of
Slow-protesting tortoises on broad-day-light
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Mental Lilliputians
A tiny pity it inspires—
Not for this was life begun.
Yet still the fool, with mind on fire,
Serves evil, and gets nothing done.
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