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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Poet Orders His Tomb</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I summon up Panofskv from his bed <br>Among the famous dead <br>To build a tomb which, since I am not read, <br>Suffers the stone’s mortality instead; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Which, by the common iconographies <br>Of simple visual ease, <br>Usurps the place of the complexities <br>Of sound survivors once preferred to noise: </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Monkeys fixed on one bough, an almost holy <br>Nightmarish sloth, a tree <br>Of parrots in a pride of family, <br>Immortal skunks, unaromatically; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Some deaf bats in a cave, a porcupine <br>Quill-less, a superfine <br>Flightless eagle, and, after them, a line <br>Of geese, unnavigating by design; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Dogs in the frozen haloes of their barks, <br>A hundred porous arks <br>Aground and lost, where elephants like quarks <br>Ape mother mules or imitation sharks— </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And each of them half-venerated by <br>A mob, impartially <br>Scaled, finned, or feathered, all before a dry <br>Unable mouth, symmetrically awry. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But how shall I, in my brief space, describe <br>A tomb so vast, a tribe <br>So desperately existent for a scribe <br>Knowingly of the fashions’ diatribe, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I who have sought time’s memory afoot, <br>Grateful for every root <br>Of trees that fill the garden with their fruit, <br>Their fragrance and their shade? Even as I do it, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I see myself unnoticed on the stair <br>That, underneath a clear <br>Welcome of bells, had promised me a fair <br>Attentive hearing’s joy, sometime, somewhere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edgar+Bowers">Edgar Bowers</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373705" data-title="The Poet Orders His Tomb de Edgar Bowers" data-description="I summon up Panofskv from his bed Among the famous dead To build a tomb which, since I am not read, Suffers the stone’s mortality instead; Which, by the common iconographies Of simple visual ease, Usurps the place of the complexities Of..."></div> </div> </div>
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