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Poems about Society
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The woman was old and ragged and gray
And bent with the chill of the Winter's day.
I AM tired of work; I am tired of building up somebody else's civilization.
Let us take a rest, M'lissy Jane.
SEE how the speckled sky burns like a pigeon's throat, Jewelled with embers of opal and peridote.
Que importa do nauta o berço,
Donde é filho, qual seu lar?
Hard to say where he came from- Maybe the Great Divide
Who wakes now who lay blind with sleep?
Who starts bright-eyed with anger from his bed?
Hooray, the echo will resound throughout the wide square,
When a sincere drunkard's song emanates from my throat;
And a merchant said, "Speak to us of Buying and Selling."
And he answered and said:
On my school notebooks On my desk and on the trees
Then one of the judges of the city stood forth and said, "Speak to us of Crime and Punishment." And he answered saying:
The impact of a dollar upon the heart
Smiles warm red light,
I'll tell you a plan for gaining wealth,
Better than banking, trade or leases —
Then a priestess said, "Speak to us of Prayer." And he answered, saying:
The world is needing you and me,
In places where we ought to be;
Yielding clod lulls iron off to sleep
bloods clot the patches where they oozed
If never a sorrow came to us, and never a care we knew;
There were three young gypsies came to our hall door, They came brave and boldly O.
O Fool, try to carry thyself upon thy own shoulders!
O beggar, to come beg at thy own door!
Gay little Girl-of-the-Diving-Tank, I desire a name for you,
Men go to women mutely for their peace;
And they, who lack it most, create it when
Don't mind being broke at all,
When I can say that what I had
On the desert
A silence from the moon's deepest valley.
(or what its really like to be the angel of death in cleveland)
Then a hermit, who visited the city once a year, came forth and said, \
And her heart, as I thought,
Was alive to my passion;
SAY, cruel IRIS, pretty rake,
Dear mercenary beauty,
What simple profundities
What profound simplicities
The Midland Great Western is doing its best,
And the circular ticket is safe in my vest;
"I work for someone else," he said;
"I have no chance to get ahead.
And an astronomer said, \
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