We, too, had known golden hours
When body and soul were in tune,
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Certainly our city with its byres of poverty down to
The river's edge, its cathedral, its engines, its dogs;
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(for Christopher Isherwood)
Seated after breakfast
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Anthropos apteros for days
Walked whistling round and round the Maze,
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So an age ended, and its last deliverer died
In bed, grown idle and unhappy; they were safe:
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Victor was a little baby,
Into this world he came;
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About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters: how well they understood
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He looked in all His wisdom from the throne
Down on that humble boy who kept the sheep,
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I
Around them boomed the rhetoric of time,
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Clocks cannot tell our time of day
For what event to pray
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Being set on the idea
Of getting to Atlantis,
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Each lover has some theory of his own
About the difference between the ache
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For us like any other fugitive,
Like the numberless flowers that cannot number
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When shall we learn, what should be clear as day,
We cannot choose what we are free to love?
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Underneath the leaves of life,
Green on the prodigious tree,
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(for Cyril Connolly)
The piers are pummelled by the waves;
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Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
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Time can say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
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Unrhymed, unrythmical, the chatter goes:
Yet no one hears his own remarks as prose.
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They wondered why the fruit had been forbidden:
It taught them nothing new. They hid their pride,
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Did you ever hear about Cocaine Lil?
She lived in Cocaine town on Cocaine hill,
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(for John and Teckla Clark)
Ours yet not ours, being set apart
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At last the secret is out,
as it always must come in the end,
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This lunar beauty
Has no history
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Give me a doctor partridge-plump,
Short in the leg and broad in the rump,
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Base words are uttered only by the base
And can for such at once be understood,
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For what as easy
For what thought small,
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Some say love's a little boy,
And some say it's a bird,
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At Dirty Dick's and Sloppy Joe's
We drank our liquor straight,
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If all a top physicist knows
About the Truth be true,
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