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An Acre of Grass

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An Acre of Grass

26.10.2015 comments

An Acre of Grass

 

Picture and book remain,

An acre of green grass

For air and exercise,

Now strength of body goes;

Midnight, an old house

Where nothing stirs but a mouse.

 

My temptation is quiet.

Here at life's end

Neither loose imagination,

Nor the mill of the mind

Consuming its rag and bone,

Can make the truth known.

 

Grant me an old man's frenzy,

Myself must I remake

Till I am Timon and Lear

Or that William Blake

Who beat upon the wall

Till Truth obeyed his call;

 

A mind Michael Angelo knew

That can pierce the clouds,

Or inspired by frenzy

Shake the dead in their shrouds;

Forgotten else by mankind,

An old man's eagle mind.

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  • Egy holdnyi fű (hu)
  • Un bout de jardin (fr)
  • Клочок лужайки (ru)
  • Un acre d’herba (ca)

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