In the Head there
Arose
Thought against Thought
Note against Note
Discovery fought discovery
Yet
The universe carried on
And just said:
‘These are the birth pangs,
Again, yet again! '
Spoke
Again
The mass universe:
‘Let them struggle!
Let them be confused
Awhile! '
And
The Pharisee from
His armchair said:
‘What waste! I must
Purge ourselves of waste! '
Then
Angered and indignant
Spoke the Heavens:
‘Leave alone
Leave alone Pharisee!
For from this what
You Waste
Noble towns and Institutions
Will arise
And All
And Geniuses'
And spoke not the Pharisee.
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