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If all a top physicist knows About the Truth be true, Then, for all the so-and-so’s, Futility and grime, Our common world contains,
O what is that sound which so thri… Down in the valley drumming, drumm… Only the scarlet soldiers, dear, The soldiers coming. O what is that light I see flashi…
And the traveller hopes: “Let me… Physician”; and the ports have nam… The citiless, the corroding, the s… And North means to all: “Reject”. And the great plains are for ever…
Unrhymed, unrhythmical, the chatte… Yet no one hears his own remarks a… Beneath each topic tunelessly disc… The ground-bass is reciprocal mist… The names in fashion shuttling to…
It’s no use raising a shout. No, Honey, you can cut that right… I don’t want any more hugs; Make me some fresh tea, fetch me s… Here am I, here are you:But what…
Doom is dark and deeper than any s… Upon what man it fall In spring, day-wishing flowers app… Avalanche sliding, white snow from… That he should leave his house,
We, too, had known golden hours When body and soul were in tune, Had danced with our true loves By the light of a full moon, And sat with the wise and good
Our hunting fathers told the story Of the sadness of the creatures, Pitied the limits and the lack Set in their finished features; Saw in the lion’s intolerant look,
Over the heather the wet wind blow… I’ve lice in my tunic and a cold i… The rain comes pattering out of th… I’m a Wall soldier, I don’t know… The mist creeps over the hard grey…
For us like any other fugitive, Like the numberless flowers that c… And all the beasts that need not r… It is today in which we live. So many try to say Not Now,
Time will say nothing but I told… Time only knows the price we have… If I could tell you I would let y… If we should weep when clowns put… If we should stumble when musician…
And the age ended, and the last de… In bed, grown idle and unhappy; th… The sudden shadow of the giant’s e… Would fall no more at dusk across… They slept in peace: in marshes he…
Certainly our city with its byres… The river’s edge, its cathedral, i… Here is the cosmopolitan cooking And the light alloys and the glass… Built by the conscience-stricken,…
This lunar beauty Has no history Is complete and early, If beauty later Bear any feature
Sir, no man’s enemy, forgiving all But will his negative inversion, b… Send to us power and light, a sove… Curing the intolerable neural itch… The exhaustion of weaning, the lia…