"Our Bog is dood, our Bog is dood,
They lisped in accents mild,
But when I asked them to explain
They grew a little wild." Stevie Smith (1902-1971), British poet. Our Bog is Dood (l. 1-4). . .
No Nature; New and Selected Poems [Gary Snyder]. (1992) Pantheon Books. |
"Cry pretty, pretty, pretty and you'll be able
Very soon not even to cry pretty
And so be delivered entirely from humanity
This is prettiest of all, it is very pretty." Stevie Smith (1902-1971), British poet, novelist. Pretty (l. 33-36). . .
No Nature; New and Selected Poems [Gary Snyder]. (1992) Pantheon Books. |
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