tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18239868.post113798614732871958..comments2024-03-06T23:10:27.232-05:00Comments on Susan Gets Native: Quote of the day for Jan. 22, 2006Susan Gets Nativehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216170589750418861noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18239868.post-59612602063123203662007-11-16T11:32:00.000-05:002007-11-16T11:32:00.000-05:00WHAT WE CALL ITSome face their death in wars abroa...WHAT WE CALL IT<BR/><BR/>Some face their death in wars abroad,<BR/>I face mine here at home--<BR/>It is imaginary, toward<BR/>Which every thought must come.<BR/><BR/>Yet in another, further sense,<BR/>It has been left behind,<BR/>As like a screed in somnolence<BR/>Closed off behind a blind.<BR/><BR/>My duty I must here perform:<BR/>It would be dereliction<BR/>To go into the war-zone´s harm,<BR/>Per heaven´s interdiction.<BR/><BR/>And yet, events of far away<BR/>Breed in me endless sorrow,<BR/>That I may not, as festive, gay,<BR/>Play like there´s no tomorrow.<BR/><BR/>Tomorrow has been stretched upon<BR/>Its frame as any canvas,<BR/>But not for painting--as though done,<BR/>And we, its merest envoys<BR/><BR/>Pass through the vacuous gallery<BR/>While footsteps clack and echo,<BR/>Drawing a meager salary<BR/>And calling it art deco.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com