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Quodlibet





Again upon my knees I dandle

Like an opera by Handel

These my verses, now committed,

Yet another brief quodlibet,

Pathetic saving graces, say,

In the wave-lapped Milky Way.

How to put it, what the odds?

Concede, you once-immortal gods,

Mere poetry is not enough;

The world's too full of nasty stuff.

Fear not the amputating knife—

Fond, it lets you have your life!

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 Cyclops by Christos Saccopoulos, used by kind permission of the sculptor.

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