Tuesday, November 13th, 2001
‘In our time the destiny of man presents its meaning in
political terms!–THOMAS MANN
How can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics?
Yet here’s a travelled man that knows
What he talks about,
And there’s a politician
That has read and thought,
And maybe what they say is true
Of war and war’s alarms,
But 0 [...]
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Tuesday, November 13th, 2001
A PRAYER FOR OLD AGE
GOD guard me from those thoughts men think
In the mind alone;
He that sings a lasting song
Thinks in a marrow-bone;
From all that makes a wise old man
That can be praised of all;
0 what am I that I should not seem
For the song’s sake a fool?
I pray-for fashion’s word is out
And prayer [...]
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