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 Dec 2015 Yashri
grim-raven
I learned to speak silence
In times, they want to hear
But they also brought sirens
With guilty sound of fear

I lay as they watch me
Hoping they would stop
But they stare right through me
Speaking and then slop*

I look straight up
Then I saw you
Tell me
Don't you?
Don't you speak it too?
 Dec 2015 Yashri
John Clare
What is song’s eternity?
Come and see.
Can it noise and bustle be?
Come and see.
Praises sung or praises said
Can it be?
Wait awhile and these are dead—
Sigh, sigh;
Be they high or lowly bred
They die.

What is song’s eternity?
Come and see.
Melodies of earth and sky,
Here they be.
Song once sung to Adam’s ears
Can it be?
Ballads of six thousand years
Thrive, thrive;
Songs awaken with the spheres
Alive.

Mighty songs that miss decay,
What are they?
Crowds and cities pass away
Like a day.
Books are out and books are read;
What are they?
Years will lay them with the dead—
Sigh, sigh;
Trifles unto nothing wed,
They die.

Dreamers, mark the honey bee;
Mark the tree
Where the blue cap “tootle tee”
Sings a glee
Sung to Adam and to Eve—
Here they be.
When floods covered every bough,
Noah’s ark
Heard that ballad singing now;
Hark, hark,

“Tootle tootle tootle tee”—
Can it be
Pride and fame must shadows be?
Come and see—
Every season owns her own;
Bird and bee
Sing creation’s music on;
Nature’s glee
Is in every mood and tone
Eternity.
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