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John Leonard

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My House

My house is out of square, The ground-plan laughable, Walls leaning, ceilings drooping. Tradesmen swear at not finding Right angles-but it's easy To make repairs, a touch of paint (Of a different colour) covers up New work, making everything As …

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The End of Prophecy

We have to understand that we are not The chosen ones whose word Transforms the world by magic. Our ways are not those that can Bring the heavens down to earth, That resounding angelic choir. If we have applied ourselves …

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Among the Poets

Orioles still sing, and the leaves fall – Li Bo is stepping from a boat. Edward Thomas tends to brood, but Ho Xuan Hong has done with that. Emily Dickinson leaves punctuation, society, Alone; what are they – to love? …

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They Do Their Best

They do their best–not wanting To show an ungrateful face, Not wanting to step out of line, To show difference They do their best–crowding out The shops, being up with the latest This or that, the most pressing of Consumer …

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Man with a Newspaper

It's a metropolitan weekend paper, As thick as a doormat, in several sections. He spreads the front page out on his lap With a satisfied look–he's going to enjoy this. But about half way down the trouble starts– His brow …

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