I--The Tragedy
She sits in the tawny vapour
That the City lanes have uprolled,
Behind whose webby fold on fold
Like a waning taper
The street-lamp glimmers cold.
A messenger's knock cracks smartly,
Flashed news is in her hand
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Between the computer, a pencil, and a typewriter
half my day passes. One day it will be half a century.
I live in strange cities and sometimes talk
with strangers about matters strange to me.
I listen to music a lot: Bach, Mahler, Chopin, Shostakovich.
I see three elements in music: weakness, power, and pain.
The fourth has no name.
I read poets, living and dead, who teach me
tenacity, faith, and pride. I try to understand
the great philosophers--but usually catch just
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I know
this rose is only
an ink-and-paper rose
but see how it grows and goes
on growing
beneath your eyes:
a rose in flower
has had (almost) its vegetable hour
whilst my
rose of spaces and typography
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I am the fool atop the world
laughing at those who try to climb up.
I teach ancient knowledge only made yesterday
I speak about free will when i am told to.
I am the fool atop the world
throwing stones at those who challenge me
I claim to speak the truth but sell lies instead
I truly Believe that i am humble
Yet i build statues to spread my name
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My first I wed when just sixteen
And he was sixty-five.
He treated me like any queen
The years he was alive.
Oh I betrayed him on the sly,
Like any other bitch,
and how I longed for him to die
And leave me young and rich!
My second is a gigolo
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(A burn is a Scottish word for a stream or a creek)
‘And I become one with the wild’,
He writes sat with feet in the burn,
Not too far from the warmth of a fire.
The fire will burn out and leave a pile for someone to see later,
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I am the fool atop the world
laughing at those who try to climb up.
I teach ancient knowledge only made yesterday
I speak about free will when i am told to.
I am the fool atop the world
throwing stones at those who challenge me
I claim to speak the truth but sell lies instead
I truly Believe that i am humble
Yet i build statues to spread my name
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How wonderful our world
of ingrained peace and tranquillity
with lives of eternal happiness,
As the lives that we live are carefree
And by the way, my best friend is called irony
How great our climate
Because man, in his creativity, has made gases
that fills our atmosphere
Trapping heat from the sun
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Sinners are always mentally stronger
While the strong turn mostly sinners.
Secular forces are the communal pawns
Violence and conflicts are social sores.
Women boldly flaunt their macho look
While men show their feme demeanors.
Most of the rich are poor by their heart
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In my infinite wisdom
I tell you this thing,
In this here my kingdom
Will the pendulum swing;
One minute the Kurds
So cute in their garb,
The other the Turks
With their venomous barb.
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