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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=424608" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>After the Carnival</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AFTER THE CARNIVAL <br>The carnival of carefree play<br>too long has tripped its careless way, <br>clowned senseless as an ass’s bray<br>while flesh from flesh Time stripped away.<br>.<br>Once sun strong shone, when one made hay<br>cicada-like, would spend the day<br>in hasting-wasting, - led astray<br>by vain beliefs the day to pay<br>would never come. But hopes decay, <br>the ostrich-innings stumped. Today, <br>momentum lost, depressed dismay<br>notes there’s no energy to pray.<br>.<br>Illusions fade, blue skies turn grey, <br>what once seemed certain from life's fray<br>has dropped defeated, options fray.<br>Careless of creed, one must obey<br>dread summons which to night turns day.<br>.<br>That one’s posterity will stay<br>when life’s departed holds at bay<br>a sense of impotence and may<br>part justify the role to play.<br>The carnival is over, May<br>to Winter bows, Spring may not stay -<br>its darling buds in blossom, gay, <br>tomorrow must return to clay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> <br>4 November 1992 revised 21 May 2005 and 29 December 2010<br>robi03_0638_robi03_0000 XXX_DZX<br>see Après la Fête robi03_0228_robi03_0000 XXX_DJZ</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Après la Fête</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life's Carnival swift sinks soon drive, <br>ambitions fail. What sense to strive<br>when dregs alone remain to drain<br>before forgetfulness stakes claim.<br>.<br>Who have the strength to goals attain<br>with principles intact remain <br>exceptions to life's ground rules lain, <br>clowns stride stage, pine, pain, soon lie slain.<br>.<br>Though some may for a time contrive<br>to fool themselves, they steeper dive<br>when time in pawn takes pawn alive, <br>soon sacrificed to failures’ knives -<br>which often with ‘success’ connive.<br>.<br>Illusions lost, we find with pain, <br>are seldom truly gained again -<br>what once seemed certain’s then proved vain<br>when gain proves dross, and loss insane.<br>. <br>Dunce bee, once drawn to wicket flame, <br>no curtain call can still sustain, -<br>another worker t[r]icked from hive<br>which will remain no less alive… </div><div style="margin:10px 0">13 October 1988 revised 29 April 2005 and 29 December 2010<br>robi03_0228_robi03_0000 XXX_DJZ<br>For previous version see below and After the Carnival robi03_0638_robi03_0000 XXX_DZX</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>llllllllllllllllllllllllllllll lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll <br>AFTER THE CARNIVAL <br>The carnival of carefree play<br>too long has tripped its careless way<br>as senseless as an ass’s bray<br>while flesh from flesh Time stripped away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once sun strong shone, when one made hay<br>cicada-like, would spend the day<br>in hasting-wasting, - led astray<br>by vain beliefs the day to pay<br>would never come. But hopes decay, <br>the ostrich-innings stumped. Today, <br>momentum lost, depressed dismay<br>notes there’s no energy to pray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Illusions fade, blue skies turn grey, <br>what once seemed certain from life's fray<br>has dropped defeated, options fray.<br>Careless of creed, one must obey<br>dread summons which to night turns day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That one’s posterity will stay<br>when life’s departed holds at bay<br>a sense of impotence and may<br>part justify the role to play.<br>The carnival is over. May<br>to Winter bows, Spring shall not stay, -<br>the darling buds in blossom, gay, <br>tomorrow must return to clay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">4 November 1992 revised 21 May 2005 <br>robi03_0638_robi03_0000 XXX_DZX<br>see Après la Fête robi03_0228_robi03_0000 XXX_DJZ</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Après la Fête<br> <br>The Carnival is over. Drive, <br>ambitions fail. What sense to strive<br>when dregs alone remain to drain<br>before forgetfulness stakes claim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who have the strength to goals attain<br>with principles intact remain <br>exceptions to life's ground rules lain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though some may for a time contrive<br>to fool themselves, they steeper dive<br>when time in pawn takes pawn alive, <br>soon sacrificed to failures’ knives -<br>which often with ‘success’ connive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Illusions lost, we find with pain, <br>are seldom truly gained again -<br>what once seemed certain’s then proved vain.<br> <br>Dunce bee, once drawn to wicket flame, <br>no curtain call can long sustain, -<br>another worker t[r]icked from hive<br>which will remain no less alive… </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>13 October 1988 revised 29 April 2005 <br>robi03_0228_robi03_0000 XXX_DJZ<br>For previous version see below and After the Carnival robi03_0638_robi03_0000 XXX_DZX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">n.b. wicket, wicked wick et (and in French) </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Après la Fête</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Carnival is over. Drive, <br>ambitions fail. What sense to strive<br>when dregs alone remain to drain<br>before forgetfulness stakes claim.<br>Illusions lost, we find with pain, <br>what once was certain now seems vain.<br>Another worker leaves the hive, <br>which is, itself, no less alive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">13 October 1988</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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The carnival of carefree play
too long has tripped its careless way, 
clowned senseless as an ass’s bray
while flesh from flesh Time stripped away.
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Once sun strong shone, when one made hay
cicada-like, would spend the day
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