Sunday, October 10, 2010

Daily Dose

From The Collected Poems of A. E. Housman

Poem XXVI

Good creatures, do you love your lives
And have you ears for sense?
Here is a knife like other knives,
That cost me eighteen pence.

I need but stick it in my heart
And down will come the sky,
And earth's foundations will depart
And all you folk will die.

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