That civilisation may not sink,
\nIts great battle lost,
\nQuiet the dog, tether the pony
\nTo a distant post;
\nOur master Caesar is in the tent
\nWhere the maps are spread,
\nHis eyes fixed upon nothing,
\nA hand upon his head.<\/p>\n
Like a long-legged fly upon the stream That the topless towers be burnt Like a long-legged fly upon the stream That girls at puberty may find Like a long-legged fly upon the stream That civilisation may not sink, Its great battle lost, Quiet the dog, tether the pony To a distant post; Our master Caesar is in the tent Where the maps are spread, His eyes fixed upon nothing, A hand upon his head. Like a long-legged fly upon the stream His mind moves upon silence. That the […]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-312","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","category-4-id","post-seq-1","post-parity-odd","meta-position-corners","fix"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/312","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=312"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/312\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":313,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/312\/revisions\/313"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=312"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=312"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=312"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nHis mind moves upon silence.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nAnd men recall that face,
\nMove most gently if move you must
\nIn this lonely place.
\nShe thinks, part woman, three parts a child,
\nThat nobody looks; her feet
\nPractise a tinker shuffle
\nPicked up on a street.<\/p>\n
\nHer mind moves upon silence.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nThe first Adam in their thought,
\nShut the door of the Pope’s chapel,
\nKeep those children out.
\nThere on that scaffolding reclines
\nMichael Angelo.
\nWith no more sound than the mice make
\nHis hand moves to and fro.<\/p>\n
\nHis mind moves upon silence.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"