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Written by Ogden Nash | Create an image from this poem

No You Be A Lone Eagle

 I find it very hard to be fair-minded
About people who go around being air-minded.
I just can't see any fun In soaring up up up into the sun When the chances are still a fresh cool orchid to a paper geranium That you'll unsoar down down down onto your (to you) invaluable cranium.
I know the constant refrain About how safer up in God's trafficless heaven than in an automobile or a train But .
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My God, have you ever taken a good look at a strut? Then that one about how you're in Boston before you can say antidis- establishmentarianism So that preferring to take five hours by rail is a pernicious example of antiquarianism.
At least when I get on the Boston train I have a good chance of landing in the South Station And not in that part of the daily press which is reserved for victims of aviation.
Then, despite the assurance that aeroplanes are terribly comfortable I notice that when you are railroading or automobiling You don't have to take a paper bag along just in case of a funny feeling.
It seems to me that no kind of depravity Brings such speedy retribution as ignoring the law of gravity.
Therefore nobody could possibly indict me for perjury When I swear that I wish the Wright brothers had gone in for silver fox farming or tree surgery.


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

The Growth of Lorraine

 I

While I stood listening, discreetly dumb, 
Lorraine was having the last word with me: 
“I know,” she said, “I know it, but you see 
Some creatures are born fortunate, and some 
Are born to be found out and overcome,—
Born to be slaves, to let the rest go free; 
And if I’m one of them (and I must be) 
You may as well forget me and go home.
“You tell me not to say these things, I know, But I should never try to be content: I’ve gone too far; the life would be too slow.
Some could have done it—some girls have the stuff; But I can’t do it: I don’t know enough.
I’m going to the devil.
”—And she went.
II I did not half believe her when she said That I should never hear from her again; Nor when I found a letter from Lorraine, Was I surprised or grieved at what I read: “Dear friend, when you find this, I shall be dead.
You are too far away to make me stop.
They say that one drop—think of it, one drop!— Will be enough,—but I’ll take five instead.
“You do not frown because I call you friend, For I would have you glad that I still keep Your memory, and even at the end— Impenitent, sick, shattered—cannot curse The love that flings, for better or for worse, This worn-out, cast-out flesh of mine to sleep.