With Apologies to A. E Housman

[omorka]

Clay lies still, but mind is motion,
Thought's the ware that wills one weep;
All I have is blind devotion -
Leave me be, and let me sleep!

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[kansas-dave.livejournal.com]

Nice.

I'm pasting in my favorite parody of Housman (which was also his favorite).

What, still alive at twenty-two,
A clean, upstanding chap like you?
Sure, if your throat 'tis hard to slit,
Slit your girl's, and swing for it.

Like enough, you won't be glad
When they come to hang you, lad:
But bacon's not the only thing
That's cured by hanging from a string.

So, when the spilt ink of the night
Spreads o'er the blotting-pad of light,
Lads whose job is still to do
Shall when their knives, and think of you.

-Hugh Kingsmill, c. 1920