The Road to Paradise is plain,
And holds scarce one.
Not that it is not firm
But we presume
A Dimpled Road
Is more preferred.
The Belles of Paradise are few —
Not me — nor you —
But unsuspected things —
Mines have no Wings.
The Road to Paradise is plain,
And holds scarce one.
Not that it is not firm
But we presume
A Dimpled Road
Is more preferred.
The Belles of Paradise are few —
Not me — nor you —
But unsuspected things —
Mines have no Wings.
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this poem, in the current climate,
seems to me to be an anti-war poem, or
so it can be interpreted…the advocacy for
plain life, brings to mind a humble realisation
of our helplessness in the face of our mortal nature,
and the end of the poem also seems to ridicule grandiose ideas of wordly crusading, because, at the end of the day, it’s so inferior to the ether in which we’ll ultimately be hured; whatever it’s about, it pinches the brain