poet Clive Staples Lewis

Clive Staples Lewis

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The Condemned

There is a wildness still in England that will not feed
In cages; it shrinks away from the touch of the trainer's hand,
Easy to kill, not easy to tame. It will never breed
In a zoo for the public pleasure. It will not be planned.

Do not blame us too much if we that are hedgerow folk
Cannot swell the rejoicings at this new world you make -
We, hedge-hogged as Johnson or Borrow, strange to the yoke
As Landor, surly as Cobbett (that badger), birdlike as Blake.

A new scent troubles the air -- to you, friendly perhaps
But we with animal wisdom have understood that smell.
To all our kind its message is Guns, Ferrets, and Traps,
And a Ministry gassing the little holes in which we dwell.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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  • Mike Czach (10/27/2008 5:03:00 PM)

    C.S. Lewis was a genius. Not the best poet, but a truly gifted writer and thinker.

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  • Sam Dragon (1/11/2007 6:36:00 PM)

    This man was crazy, but totally worth reading he has alot of symbalism to him

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