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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381470" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>James Macfarlan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A man's a man for a' that' – how does he know?<br>Traipsing with his plough, the rural hero,<br>Swaggering down the lea-rigs, talking to mice,<br>Sweating his sickly verses to entice<br>Lassies he'd never see again, strutting<br>Through the salons in his best breeches, rutting<br>In a cloud of claret, buttonholing<br>Lord This, sweet-talking Doctor That, bowling<br>His wit down levees, bosoms, siller quaichs –<br>D'ye think he's ever heard the groans and skraighs<br>Of city gutters, or marked the shapes that wrap<br>Fog and smoke about them as if they could hap<br>Homelessness or keep hunger at bay? What,<br>Not heard or seen, but has he even thought<br>How some, and many, and more than many, survive,<br>Or don't survive, on factory floors, or thrive<br>Or fail to thrive by foundry fires, or try<br>To find the words – sparks scatter and bolts fly –<br>That's feeble – to show the new age its dark face?<br>The Carron Ironworks – how he laughed at the place,<br>Made a joke of our misery, passed on<br>To window-scratch his diamond-trivia, and swan<br>Through country-house and customs-post, servile<br>To the very gods from which he ought to resile!<br>'Liberty's a glorious feast,' you said.<br>Is that right? Wouldn't the poor rather have bread?<br>Burns man, I'm hard on you, I'm sorry for it.<br>I think such poetry is dangerous, that's all.<br>Poetry must pierce the filthy wall<br>With cries that die on country ways. The glow<br>Of bonhomie will not let the future grow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edwin+Morgan">Edwin Morgan</a><div class=q>
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Traipsing with his plough, the rural hero,
Swaggering down the lea-rigs, talking to mice,
Sweating his sickly verses to entice
Lassies he'd never see again, strutting
Through the salons in his best..."></div>
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