NONES – W.H. AUDEN
NONES What we know to be not possible,Though time after time foretoldBy wild hermits, by shaman and sybilGibbering in their trances,Or revealed to a child in some chance rhymeLike will and kill, comes to passBefore we realize it: we are surprisedAt the ease and speed of our deedAnd uneasy: It is barely three,Mid-afternoon, yet the […]
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