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- LAPIS LAZULI
- i{(For Harry Clifton)}
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- I HAVE heard that hysterical women say
- They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow.
- Of poets that are always gay,
- For everybody knows or else should know
- That if nothing drastic is done
- Aeroplane and Zeppelin will come out.
- Pitch like King Billy bomb-balls in
- Until the town lie bearen flat.
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- All perform their tragic play,
- There struts Hamlet, there is Lear,
- That's Ophelia, that Cordelia;
- Yet they, should the last scene be there,
- The great stage curtain about to drop,
- If worthy their prominent part in the play,
- Do not break up their lines to weep.
- They know that Hamlet and Lear are gay;
- Gaiety transfiguring all that dread.
- All men have aimed at, found and lost;
- Black out; Heaven blazing into the head:
- Tragedy wrought to its uttermost.
- Though Hamlet rambles and Lear rages,
- And all the drop-scenes drop at once
- Upon a hundred thousand stages,
- It cannot grow by an inch or an ounce.
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- On their own feet they came, or On shipboard,'
- Camel-back; horse-back, ass-back, mule-back,
- Old civilisations put to the sword.
- Then they and their wisdom went to rack:
- No handiwork of Callimachus,
- Who handled marble as if it were bronze,
- Made draperies that seemed to rise
- When sea-wind swept the corner, stands;
- His long lamp-chimney shaped like the stem
- Of a slender palm, stood but a day;
- All things fall and are built again,
- And those that build them again are gay.
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- Two Chinamen, behind them a third,
- Are carved in lapis lazuli,
- Over them flies a long-legged bird,
- A symbol of longevity;
- The third, doubtless a serving-man,
- Carries a musical instmment.
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- Every discoloration of the stone,
- Every accidental crack or dent,
- Seems a water-course or an avalanche,
- Or lofty slope where it still snows
- Though doubtless plum or cherry-branch
- Sweetens the little half-way house
- Those Chinamen climb towards, and I
- Delight to imagine them seated there;
- There, on the mountain and the sky,
- On all the tragic scene they stare.
- One asks for mournful melodies;
- Accomplished fingers begin to play.
- Their eyes mid many wrinkles, their eyes,
- Their ancient, glittering eyes, are gay.
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