a scrap of poetry (#877)

(an instance of Generic Litter made by Marcus)

     A page of poetry, ten lines of verse.

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         We unfired vessels of the day,
         Built of a soft, unechoing clay,
         Grow obdurate of ear at night
         When images of voice are bright:
         The dreamingale, the waterlark,
         Within the present, silent dark
         Echo the burden (on these stairs
         Mistranslated) the singer bears--
         He who packs, with a glowing faith,
         In one portmanteau, fame and death.
               --from John Hollander,
               "The Widener Burying-Ground"