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The Poet I cry the truth of Man And the thunderous Silence of God In an old, tired world Where the poets write about dirt and drains In poems that sound like prose. Afraid of joy they are! Afraid to be glad! Afraid to shout and sing, Afraid of youth and love! They have grown old and grey, With ditchwater blood and sophisticate minds. Rise up! The singing season dawns again And rhyme makes glad the hearts of men. Heaven is so close to earth today You need but twitch a veil away And all is wonder undefined In the clear sky of a cloudless mind. - Arthur Osborne
Posted on: Tue, 30 Jul 2013 20:26:10 +0000

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