Come let us mock at the great
That had such burdens on the mind
And toiled so hard and late
To leave some monument behind,
Nor thought of the levelling wind.
 
Come let us mock at the wise;
With all those calendars whereon
They fixed old aching eyes,
They never saw how seasons run,
And now but gape at the sun.
 
Come let us mock at the good
That fancied goodness might be gay,
And sick of solitude
Might proclaim a holiday:
Wind shrieked—and where are they?
 
Mock mockers after that
That would not lift a hand maybe
To help good, wise or great
To bar that foul storm out, for we
Traffic in mockery.

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Sharmini Abbasi
11 meses

Beautiful, my fave. I call upon West dont mock Muslims, learn from him

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alrededor de 4 años

I love this Poem <3

mrav
alrededor de 6 años

contemporary it is! i love it

NiDaa HaSsan
alrededor de 6 años

Thank you for Poem! Would you know a link where I can find the explanation of this piece, I would appreciate it.

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