Stephen Vincent Benet
Pennsylvania / United States
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Minor Litany

This being a time confused and with few clear stars,
Either private ones or public,
Out of its darkness I make a litany
For the lost, for the half-lost, for the desperate,
For all those who suffer, not in the flesh,
I will say their name, but not yet.

This is for those
Who talk to the bearded man in the quiet office,
Sensibly, calmly, explaining just how it was,

And suddenly burst into noisy, quacking tears;
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Monday, August 31, 2015
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