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Three Quatrains

Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935). Collected Poems. 1921.

II. The Children of the Night
3. Three Quatrains

I

AS long as Fame's imperious music rings
Will poets mock it with crowned words august;
And haggard men will clamber to be kings
As long as Glory weighs itself in dust.

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Three Ghosts

Carl Sandburg (1878-1967). Smoke and Steel. 1922.

IV. Playthings of the Wind
Three Ghosts

THREE tailors of Tooley Street wrote: We, the People.
The names are forgotten. It is a joke in ghosts.

Cutters or bushelmen or armhole basters, they sat
cross-legged stitching, snatched at scissors, stole each
other thimbles.                                                                              5

Cross-legged, working for wages, joking each other
as misfits cut from the cloth of a Master Tailor,
they sat and spoke their thoughts of the glory of
The People, they met after work and drank beer to
The People.                                                                                 10

Faded off into the twilights the names are forgotten.
It is a joke in ghosts. Let it ride. They wrote: We,
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The Room of the Three Manx Giants

The Destruction of D Continue reading The Room of the Three Manx Giants