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If my sword can pink that old pachyderm hide
of the public, then I’ve got what it takes.
The playwright’s necessity is neither to pacify
nor please but to refurbish the mind,
houseclean it, shake it up
ready to meet problems,
and not to feed
complacencies.
Time was the thing. You would say that Life and Death were the
ingredients of a play,
but it was time that was used, by the bolt, by
the carload. Time cut up in squares,
rolled in balls, distorted,
braided, twisted, painted, now it was a flag,
now a flag cut up into
bits, now magically it was whole again.
Dawn Powell
The Happy Island
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The dawn
Sir 10 Lee
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Love ye
With/without
the dawn
With/without
the dusk
But Not in the mid-day sun
ReplyDeleteYES i would love ye..
ReplyDeletenot only in the mid-day sun
but in the mid-nite moon
and all moments in between.