Pan plays on his pipe
To the delight
Of woodland nymphs.
Who have, long since
Ceased to see,
In his ageing pipe,
Beyond the delight
Of his poetry.
Pan’s Pipe
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I dreamed of Homer.
And of Odysseus the roamer,
And a wine red sea.
But awoke to this Modernity.
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