Alfred Lichtenstein Poems

Before I die, I must just find this rhyme.
Be quiet, my friends, and do not waste any time.
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A fog has destroyed the world so gently.
Bloodless trees dissolve in smoke.
And shadows hover where shrieks are heard.
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A fat young man plays with a pond.
The wind has caught itself in a tree.
The pale sky seems to be rumpled,
As though it had run out of makeup.
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It sure was fine to be a soldier for a year.
But it is finer to feel free again.
There was enough of depravity and pain
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I am the Division Commander,
His Excellency.
I have attained what is humanly possible.
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A frozen moon stands waxen,
White shadows,
Dead face,
Above me and the dull
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Many sick people are walking in the garden
Back and forth and lying in the porches.
Those who are the sickest burn with fever
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The earth grows moldy in fog.
The evening is as oppressive as lead.
Electric sparks crackle and whimper all around,
Breaking everything in two.
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No, I have no capacity for life.
I could be considered foolish--
Today I am not going to the restaurant.
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It's enough to make me throw the chair through the panes of the
mirror Into the street--
There I sit with raised eyebrows:
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