Yeats
I don't want to post whole poems, but I wanted to post the Larkin poem below. Here's Yeats:
The innocent and the beautiful
Have no enemy but time
Kyndall told me those lines are tight. I'll miss him.
The innocent and the beautiful
Have no enemy but time
Kyndall told me those lines are tight. I'll miss him.
posted by DB at 12:14 AM
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Softening moonlight passes over the burning canola oil fields.
'Why can't we find the control switch?' beseeches the desperate mongoloid.
'You can't call people that!' shouts the neighbor to the narrator searching the moons face for a response.
But no reply comes because this doesn't make any sense.
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