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Written by Edwin Arlington Robinson | Create an image from this poem

The Old Kings New Jester

 You that in vain would front the coming order 
With eyes that meet forlornly what they must, 
And only with a furtive recognition 
See dust where there is dust,— 
Be sure you like it always in your faces,
Obscuring your best graces, 
Blinding your speech and sight, 
Before you seek again your dusty places 
Where the old wrong seems right.
Longer ago than cave-men had their changes Our fathers may have slain a son o two, Discouraging a further dialectic Regarding what was new; And after their unstudied admonition Occasional contrition For their old-fashioned ways May have reduced their doubts, and in addition Softened their final days.
Farther away than feet shall ever travel.
Are the vague towers of our unbuilded State; But there are mightier things than we to lead us, That will not let us wait.
And we go on with none to tell us whether Or not we’ve each a tether Determining how fast or how far we go; And it is well, since we must go together, That we are not to know.
If the old wrong and all its injured glamour Haunts you by day and gives your night no peace, You may as well, agreeably and serenely, Give the new wrong its lease; For should you nourish a too fervid yearning For what is not returning, The vicious and unfused ingredient May give you qualms—and one or two concerning The last of your content.


Written by John Berryman | Create an image from this poem

Dream Song 81: Op. posth. no. 4

 He loom' so cagey he say 'Leema beans'
and measured his intake to the atmosphere
of that fairly stable country.
His ear hurt.
Left.
The rock-cliffs, a mite sheer at his age, in these places.
Scrubbing out his fear,— the knowledge that they will take off your hands, both hands; as well as your both feet, & likewise both eyes, might be discouraging to a bloddy hero Also you stifle, like you can't draw breath.
But this is death— which in some vain strive many to avoid, many.
It's on its way, where you drop at who stood up, scrunch down small.
It wasn't so much after all to lose, was, Boyd? A body.
—But, Mr Bones, you needed that.
Now I put on my tall hat.

Book: Shattered Sighs