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Mute
stands she, lonely on the
topmost stair,
An
image of magnificent despair;
The
grandeur of a sorrowful surmise
Wakes
in the largeness of her glorious eyes.
In
her beauty’s dumb significant pose I find,
The
tragedy of her mysterious mind.
Yet
is she stately, grandiose, full of grace.
A
musing mask is her immobile face.
Her
tail is up like an unconquered flag,
Its
dignity knows not the right to wag.
An
animal creature wonderfully human,
A
charm and miracle of fur-footed
Brahman,
Whether
she is spirit, woman or a cat,
Is
now the problem I am wondering at.
Surrealist
I
have heard a foghorn shouting at a sheep,
And
oh the sweet sound made me laugh and weep
But
alas,( ah
) the sheep was on the hither shore
Of
the little less and the ever-never more.
I
sprang on its back; it jumped into the sea.
I
was near to the edges of eternity.
Then
suddenly the foghorn blared again.
There
was no sheep - it
had perished of ear pain.
I
took a boat and steered to the Afar
Hoping
to colonise the polar star.
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But in the boat there was a dangerous goose
Whom
some eternal idiot had let loose.
To
this wild animal I said not “Bo!”
But
it was not because I did not know.
Full
soon I was on shore with dreadful squeals
And
the fierce biped cackling at my heels.
Alarmed
I ran into a lion’s den
And
after me ran three thousand armoured men.
The
lion bolted through his own backdoor
And
set up a morose dissatisfied roar.
At
this my courage rose; I grew quite brave
And
shoved myself into a tiger’s cave.
The
tiger snarled; I thought it best instead
To
don my pyjamas and go to bed.
But
the tiger had a strained objecting face,
So
I turned my eyes away from his grimace.
At
night the beast began my back to claw
And
growled out that I was his brother-in-law.
I
rose and thought it best to go away
To
a doctor’s house: besides ’twas nearly day.
The
doctor shook his head and cried “For a back
Pepper
and salt are the remedy, alack.”
But
I objected to his condiments
And
thought the doctor had but little sense.
Then
I returned to my own little cot
For
really things were now extremely hot.
Then
fierily the world cracked Nazily down
And
I looked about to find my dressing gown.
I
was awake (I had tumbled on the floor).
A
shark was hammering away at my front-door.
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