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Build Soil — A Political Pastoral

Why Tityrus! But you’ve forgotten me. I’m Meliboeus the potato man, The one you had the talk with, you remember, Here on this very campus years ago. Hard times have struck me and I’m on the move. I’ve had to…

Iris by Night

One misty evening, one another’s guide, We two were groping down a Malvern side The last wet fields and dripping hedges home. There came a moment of confusing lights, Such as according to belief in Rome Were seen of old…

The Bearer of Evil Tidings

The bearer of evil tidings, When he was halfway there, Remembered that evil tidings Were a dangerous thing to bear. So when he came to the parting Where one road led to the throne And one went off to the…

The Vindictives

You like to hear about gold. A king filled his prison room As full as the room could hold To the top of his reach on the wall With every known shape of the stuff. ’Twas to buy himself off…

In Div´es’ Dive

It is late at night and still I am losing,But still I am steady and unaccusing.As long as the Declaration guardsMy right to be equal in number of cards,It is nothing to me who runs the Dive.Let’s have a look…

Not All There

I turned to speak to God About the world’s despair; But to make bad matters worse I found God wasn’t there. God turned to speak to me (Don’t anybody laugh) God found I wasn’t there— At least not over half.

One Guess

He has dust in his eyes and a fan for a wing, A leg akimbo with which he can sing, And a mouthful of dye stuff instead of a sting.

Waspish

On glossy wires artistically bent, He draws himself up to his full extent. His natty wings with self-assurance perk. His stinging quarters menacingly work. Poor egotist, he has no way of knowing But he’s as good as anybody going.