Aldous Huxley

(1894-1963 / Godalming)

Private Property - Poem by Aldous Huxley

All fly- yet who is misanthrope?-
The actual men and things that pass
Jostling, to wither as the grass
So soon: and (be it heaven's hope,
Or poetry's kaleidoscope,
Or love or wine, at feast, at mass)
Each owns a paradise of glass
Where never a yearning heliotrope
Pursues the sun's ascent or slope;
For the sun dreams there, and no time is or was.

Like fauns embossed in our domain,
We look abroad, and our calm eyes
Mark how the goatish gods of pain
Revel; and if by grim surprise
They break into our paradise,
Patient we build its beauty up again.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 3, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, March 3, 2014

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