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Thursday, June 8, 2017

TO DANCE AND PLAY IN KEEN IAMBIC STRESS


London, London, I have heard and I hear
The pleasant playing of a Mandolin
Outside a bar on lower Stanley Street
With a clatter and a chatter from within;
London the swarming life that teems and                         breeds
Stunned between the concrete and heavy sky
Quickly responsive to the instant need
The whip of Circe high between their thighs,

Phantasmal gnomes in brick and stone and                   steel,
 Men turned into hogs in high lust's disguise
Vibrate unconscious to the needs of fate
Your population bound upon a wheel
Live unconscious to one observing Eye
Knowing neither how to think nor how to feel.





"Lesser poets borrow,
  Great poets steal."     T.S. Eliot


(C)2017 by W.G. Milne