Ten thousand times I’ve done my best and all’s to do again.
A. E. HOUSMANAnd how am I to face the odds Of man’s bedevilment and God’s? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
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Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching mays, For she and I were long acquainted And I knew all her ways.
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The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
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This is for all ill-treated fellows Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they’re in trouble And I am not.
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The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers’ meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.
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A moment’s thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.
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The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Do not ever read books about versification: no poet ever learnt it that way. If you are going to be a poet, it will come to you naturally and you will pick up all you need from reading poetry.
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Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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To justify God’s ways to man.
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That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
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But if you ever come to a road where danger; Or guilt or anguish or shame’s to share. Be good to the lad who loves you true, And the soul that was born to die for you; And whistle and I’ll be there.
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Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
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With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.
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All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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