On Seeming to Presume On... «Collected Poems»
robot1 июня 2017On Seeming to Presume On Seeming to Presume Where earth and water plan No place for him, no home Outside the confining womb, Mistake him if you can. The rubber forceps do their job And here at least stands man.
Refined by no technique Beyond the great "I will", in, Confuse the middle ear Of his tormented dust, Before the brute can speak "I will" becomes "I must".
Excluded from the true Participating love His conscience takes its due From this excluding sense His condemnation brought. From past to future tense He mutters on 'I ought'.
He mutters on 'I ought'.
Yet daring to presume He follows to the stews His sense of loathsomeness, Frustration, daily news. A scholarship in hate Endows him limb by limb. "My mother pushed me from behind, And so I learned to swim."
The bunsen's head of hair, All fancy free and passion, Till iron circumstance Confirms him in his lies, To walk the Hamlet fashion. He wrings his hands and cries "I want to live", but dies.
He wants to live but dies.
Return, return and find Beneath what bed or table The lovers first in mind Composed this poor unstable Derivative of clay, By passion or by play, That bears the human label.
What king or saint could guide This caliban of gloom To swaddled in despair To breathe the factory's air, Or locked in furnished room Weep out his threescore there For seeming to presume,
For seeming to presume?
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