Our eyes fixed forward on a star?
Or gazing empty at despair?
Rising or falling? Men or things?
With dragging pace or footsteps fleet?
Strong, willing sinews in your wings?
Or tightening chains about your feet?
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I dreamed that I was a rose
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O Sleep, thou kindest minister to man,
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O brothers mine, to-day we stand
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Tiny bit of humanity,
And cursed with your father’s mind.I say cursed with your father’s mind,Because you can lie so long and so quietly on your back,Playing with the dimpled big toe of your left foot,And looking away,Through the ceiling of the room, and beyond.Can it be that already you are thinking of being a poet?Why don’t you kick…