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Unread 11-12-2001, 11:14 AM
graywyvern graywyvern is offline
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Easter 1960 (sonnet LXIV)

The shapes of Buddhas by the world defaced
A most particular portrait of our age;
And when our hopes, like towers, have been razed
There's left to lift the ashes with our rage.
Call it a test, task, a trade to gain
Other than prowling stooped on the triage shore.
I was a child when one such legerdemain
Began to promise flying cars in store,
I watched the image-whirl construct a state,
I wonder fearfully at its decay
As if a waking. Deserts ruminate
Where men cannot. I'd follow dreams away,
Were any swift conveyance mine to choose
On the stumble-way to where all choices lose.

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