No Sense But Nonsense Poem by Eleanor ...
No Sense But Nonsense
No sense but nonsense makes my days,
A sense I persuade myself to be a sense
Each morning, hour, every step I take
Except when I forget of making senses.
Forgetful happiness.
Forgetfulness so happy
That ends when moment brings
The lines of role I play
To my own mind.
How happy those
Who need no studied parts
And see no stage
In what their feet are treading.
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