The Fall of Rome
Sep. 19th, 2004 07:48 amThe piers are pummelled by the waves;
In a lonely field the rain
Lashes an abandoned train;
Outlaws fill the mountain caves.
Fantastic grow the evening gowns;
Agents of the Fisc pursue
Absconding tax-defaulters through
The sewers of provincial towns.
Private rites of magic send
The temple prostitutes to sleep;
All the literati keep
An imaginary friend.
Cerebrotonic Cato may
Extol the Ancient Disciplines,
But the muscle-bound Marines
Mutiny for food and pay.
Caesar's double-bed is warm
As an unimportant clerk
Writes I DO NOT LIKE MY WORK
On a pink official form.
Unendowed with wealth or pity,
Little birds with scarlet legs,
Sitting on their speckled eggs,
Eye each flu-infected city.
Altogether elsewhere, vast
Herds of reindeer move across
Miles and miles of golden moss,
Silently and very fast.
-- W.H. Auden
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Date: 2004-09-20 01:39 am (UTC)It makes me ask some profound questions, not least 'how the hell do you pronounce cerebrotonic' :-)
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Date: 2004-09-20 01:53 pm (UTC)Profound questions here too, such as 'is cerebrotonic *really* a word'?
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Date: 2004-09-23 03:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-24 10:10 am (UTC)