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Tar man
Among the tar-men
I instruct myself
in the nature of tar:
a great batter, boiled
and simple like a fool.
The night took
a few turns in my coat.
I found the pageant strange.
Poèmes sur le thème : pageant
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The Mystic
The mystic sits by the sacred stream
Watching the sun as it mounts the sky;
And life to him is a haunting dream
Or a motley pageant passing by.
Sorrow and joy go on their way,
Passion and lust and love and hate;
Only a band of mummers they,
Blindly led by the hand of fate.
Though the pageant is real and himself the dream,
Though men are born and strive and die,
Yet the mystic sits by the sacred stream
Watching the sun go down the sky.