March 21, 2001

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Great poem by Vassar Miller

Ecclesiastes the Second

After a weary night of sleep,
Struggling across the jungle floor
Of dream — far better than to keep
Awake is to doze off some more.

After noon’s heat subdues the birds,
Why match its fury in hot rages
Of verse and let a snarl of words
Mar the perfection of blank pages?

After an arduous day of toil
At doing nothing as an art,
A little liquor serves to oil
The creaking hinges of the heart.

After the evening sky expands
From dusk to darkness, waste no breath
Talking of love, the clock’s slow hands
Will spin you fast enough towards death!

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