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MARIONETTES 1 Wouldn't you be bored when a million Silent stars shine around the world, Each cluster sparkling in a different mould, All still - yet flying? 2 Still the earth, the aeons vast, And those living at this hour Of whom not a bone will last, Though men will be as now. 3 Wouldn't you be bored on a stage So amateurish and small, Where everyone's Ideals rage And the show is paid with life ? 4 Truly, how is one to kill the time, I am most sincerely bored; What remedy, Madam, should I explore, Shall I write prose or rhyme ? 5 Or write nothing... just sit in the sun Absorbed in that fine romance Composed by the Flood upon grains of sand, Doubtless for the amusement of man(!) 6 Or better still - I know a braver way Against this damned ennui: Forget p e o p l e, make calls on p e r s o n s , Wear a neatly fastened tie ! ... 1861 |