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- LONG-LEGGED FLY
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- THAT civilisation may not sink,
- Its great battle lost,
- Quiet the dog, tether the pony
- To a distant post;
- Our master Caesar is in the tent
- Where the maps ate spread,
- His eyes fixed upon nothing,
- A hand under his head.
- <1Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
- His mind moves upon silence.>1
- That the topless towers be burnt
- And men recall that face,
- Move most gently if move you must
- In this lonely place.
- She thinks, part woman, three parts a child,
- That nobody looks; her feet
- Practise a tinker shuffle
- Picked up on a street.
- <1Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
- Her mind moves upon silence.>1
- That girls at puberty may find
- The first Adam in their thought,
- Shut the door of the Pope's chapel,
- Keep those children out.
- There on that scaffolding reclines
- Michael Angelo.
- With no more sound than the mice make
- His hand moves to and fro.
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- Like a long-leggedfly upon the stream
- His mind moves upon silence.
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