Hannington Mumo Poems

There was an eagle who long ago lived with a duck
Before he discovered his rare endowment,
That he could soar heights no bird had known;
And thus quit the company of his dwarfish friend
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Tasteless pelt whiffs of mundane air
Against my nostrils numb with dread;
Scarcely fathom I what spectacle fair
Beyond this umbra curtain latent lies.
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Soar higher and higher, you child of heavenly bliss!
Forsake one level for the loftier with a yodeled hiss,
Slice the crisp obliging air like a laser-driven drone
For your speckled wings have no mediocrity known.
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The soundless rhythm of my hidden thoughts
Punctuates my strides on the unfeeling ground,
The chorus of my countless unwritten poems
Have a place in my private recesses found.
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Aspirations and labor will tire your sinew
And when all the wearying drudgery is through
Some slovenly fool will give you a careless burial
And take charge of your estate – proud and imperial.
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Everything that was of an animal born
Must slowly yield to tear and be worn,
Your deceptive charm debates with time
Soliciting some seconds more of show,
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I’m the mother of the sprawling expansive earth,
From the greenest eastern hills to the western shores.
I own all those verdant plantations and their owners;
All the high quarters and the glittering executive doors.
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He breathed his monotonous homely air
And felt it was not his time to be there,
And departed for world-famed distant shores
Where he believed happiness brimless flows.
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As I solicitously walk the busy streets of the densely peopled city,
My eyes dart in a restless fashion as I survey the urban surrounds –
Shaking the hands of the occasional acquaintance or classmate,
Maybe some neighbor from home in the city to do official rounds.
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