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Monday, 16 May 2011

Tiger, Tiger, burning dim : Cartoon Tota-Myna


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  1. Quoting from earlier times:
    Taposh,Taposh,burning bright,
    In the Chail forests of the night
    What mortal man rely
    On his memory & try thine poetry

    IN what distant school times
    Learnt thy voice and mimes
    In vain, doggrels akk tries
    Then fails and cries

    And what Sisyphian boulders and farts,
    Could avoid the windbag,
    Twist the words of thy art,
    When the art begins to lag

    What the stammer? what in Chail?
    In what grammer? raise hand& hail?
    What readings,what writers?
    What understandings,desperate blighters

    When the bars threw open their doors,
    And Scottish heaven poured on floors,
    Did DD smile your work to see?
    Did J who took the notes make pee?

    In what distant drains or skies
    Burnt the fire of BC's eyes?
    what drinks & poems did he imbibe?
    Yours was the hand that dare save the tribe ?

    Taposh, Taposh, burning bright,
    In the Chail forests of the night
    What mortal man rely on his memory,
    And then try to remember your poetry.

    Giving up animals and replacing tiger with something higher.
    AKK

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