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  • regfletcher
    Sep 21 3:37 AM
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    Hi.
    My father had this poem back in the 1930's , he gave it to me around 1950 and I have just found it after all these years..We never knew who the author was as it was unsigned: Maybe you may know this poem and can throw some light on it??
    **************
    Here is a silly, stupid world of now,
    Where men hurl showers of hot steel in praise, and idolatrously bow.
    To Words magnificent, Words enthroned,
    Words as wapons, Words as ships for scourging
    The backs of those who've loaned,
    Their weak minds to such aervility.
    They who have lost their love of honest thought Forgot Nobility.

    Man's dignity is laid as low as mud.
    By Propaganda's subtle, strident lies to nip, Truth in the bud.
    Thus is the noble instrument of speech,
    The lovely song of wooing words misused! Sterility to preach.
    Race and Empire! Prestige and increase! Increase?
    God sends, at last , to every man some land,and so, beneath it , peace.

    I think that man prefer their quiet , show thought
    Of evening light ! on barn and stack and elm;
    And welcome arms, long sought.
    Of high clouds driving over greeb-patched waves
    And pregnant ground beneath the drumming rain.
    With such , his soul he laves.
    Yet more , he seeks for certainty and beauty,
    Owning words for tools,but not for masters, making happiness his duty.
    ****************************
    Reg.





  • hendiadys
    October 20 ↑
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    I see at least three major misprints, and I question the accuracy of the transcription.

  • Cynewulf
    October 20 ↑
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    It's got me beat.

  • Erik Ambrose
    November 13 ↑
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    I wrote it.
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