Monday, September 16, 2019

A Poem

What I find most unforgivable about the high modern Greats
Whether Possum, Auden, Cummings, or His Royal Magus Yeats
Is how later Cold War liberals swooned o’er their purplest pessimisms
Saying forsooth! they’d foreseen Stalin Trotsky and all our totalistic schisms!
Oh ye woosiest prophets and chroniclers, ye quacks of doom, take note
Examine the true thought-odysseys of the prescient Cassandras you quote
Heed that each of them when it counted was irretrievably duped
By whatever biggest totalism had just by him, waving, trooped.

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