Robert Duncan Poems
- The Song Of The Borderguard The man with his lion under the ...
- My Mother Would Be A Falconres... My mother would be a ...
- Often I Am Permitted To Return...
- An African Elegy In the groves of Africa from their natural ...
- Bending The Bow We've our business to attend Day's ...
- Poetry, A Natural Thing Neither our vices nor our virtues ...
- Such Is The Sickness Of Many A...
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The Song Of The Borderguard
The man with his lion under the shed of wars
sheds his belief as if he shed tears.
The sound of words waits -
a barbarian host at the borderline of sense.
The enamord guards desert their posts
harkening to the lion-smell of a poem
that rings in their ears.
-Dreams, a certain guard said
were never designd so
to re-arrange an empire.
Along about six o'clock I take out my guitar
and sing to a lion
who sleeps like a line of poetry
in the shed of wars.
The man shedding his ...