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134 MIKHAIL HOROWITZ Twenty Couplets 1 Ha! Whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie? Half a league, half a league, half a league onward 2 Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, From my mother’s sleep I fell into the State 3 How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest Could frame thy fearful symmetry? 4 I placed a jar in Tennessee, Will you marry it, marry it, marry it. 5 Hog Butcher for the world, Beside the rivering waters of, hitherandthithering waters of, Night! 135 6 A thing of beauty is a joy forever: America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing. 7 If “compression is the first grace of style,” Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven. 8 I measure every grief I meet My little horse must think it queer 9 Life, like a dome of many-colored glass, —dipping into Death like a soup. 10 She walks in beauty, like the night Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. 11 Oh, to be in England As far as Cho-fu-sa. 136 12 The ploughman homeward plods his weary way In human gore imbued. 13 My father moved through dooms of love When the plunging hoofs were gone. 14 In Xanadu did Kubla Khan Rage, rage, against the dying of the light. 15 I wander’d lonely as a cloud And made the kites to whet their beaks clack clack. 16 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Tick, tick, tick, what little iambics 17 The punk I skorne and the cut purse sworn BUT MY BONES ARE FUSCHIAS 137 18 What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion. 19 A Book of Verses underneath the bough, After hangin’ Danny Deever in the mornin’. 20 Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullabye Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, boom! ...


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