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One for Sorrow
Drops of blood under the tongue
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Created on 2009-05-01 15:19:53 (#173298), last updated 2013-01-02 (20 weeks ago)
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| Name: | sistermagpie |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | Sep 11 |
| Location: | United States |
The Magpie
By Robert S. Warshow, '33
I walked one day
In the Garden of Wasted Things,
And there I found
The bitter ghosts of all that had been spent unwisely,
Or lost through brutal circumstance.
I found the childhood
That some labourer's child had never known;
I found the youth that some young man had squandered;
There I found some poet's genius
That had gone unrecognised.
I saw the ghosts of idle words,
And small talk,
That men had used to waste away the hours.
I saw the hopes that had been smothered,
And all the dreams
That never had come true,
And Laughter that had died for lack of bread.
I met with all the lives that had been misdirected,
And spoke with dreary shades
Of loves that might have been,
And songs that never had been sung.
I met with all these ghosts,
And many more;
And each of them
Sat silently in the shadows,
Brooding over quirks of mad Creation,
And puppets' dreams.
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