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This World is not Conclusion.
A species stands beyond—
Invisible, as Music—
But positive, as Sound—
It beckons, and it baffles—
Philosophy—don't know—
And through a Riddle, at the last—
Sagacity, must go—
To guess it, puzzles scholars—
To gain it, Men have borne
Contempt of Generations
And Crucifixion, shown—
Faith slips—and laughs, and rallies—
Blushes, if any see—
Plucks at a twig of Evidence—
And asks a Vane, the way—
Much Gesture, from the Pulpit—
Strong Hallelujahs roll—
Narcotics cannot still the Tooth
That nibbles at the soul—
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David - thanks for picking up the error - all now fixed. Thanks for your input and interest.
Von
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Oops - I should have capitalised "Species".
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I've found six books with this poem in, and they all say "species" (including the "Complete Poems" book currently advertised on this page).
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ostoga
thanks for picking up the error - now corrected.
Von - Oldpoetry team
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"species" ??? not "sequel"? Where did "species" come from??
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