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- HIGH TALK
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- PROCESSIONS that lack high stilts have nothing that
- catches the eye.
- What if my great-granddad had a pair that were
- twenty foot high,
- And mine were but fifteen foot, no modern Stalks
- upon higher,
- Some rogue of the world stole them to patch up a fence
- or a fire.
- Because piebald ponies, led bears, caged lions, ake
- but poor shows,
- Because children demand Daddy-long-legs upon This
- timber toes,
- Because women in the upper storeys demand a face at
- the pane,
- That patching old heels they may shriek, I take to
- chisel and plane.
-
- Malachi Stilt-Jack am I, whatever I learned has run wild,
- From collar to collar, from stilt to stilt, from father to child.
- All metaphor, Malachi, stilts and all. A barnacle goose
- Far up in the stretches of night; night splits and the
- dawn breaks loose;
- I, through the terrible novelty of light, stalk on, stalk on;
- Those great sea-horses bare their teeth and laugh at the dawn.
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