From A School Anthology
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I knew you when you were a child,
I don’t recall you,
Although I tried,
Were you were sweet,
The boat ploughed on
Now Alcatraz was past And all the grey waves flamed to red again At the dead sun's last glimmer
Far and vast The Sausalito lights burned suddenly In little dots and clumps, as if a pen Had scrawled vague lines of gol...
It's good to see the school we knew, the land of youth and dream
To greet again the rule we knew, before we took the stream
Though long we've missed the sight of her, Out hearts may not forget:
We've lost the old delight of her, We ...
I passed by the school where I studied as a boyand said in my heart: here I learned certain thingsand didn't learn others
All my life I have loved in vainthe things I didn't learn
I am filled with knowledge,
I know all about the flo...
See the flying French
Like the bees of Bonaparte,
Swarming up with a most venomous vitality
Over Baden and Bavaria,
Did you see them pass to-day,
Billy,
Kate and Robin,
All astride upon the back of old grey Dobbin
He ran alongside the bus all the way across town,
He didn’t break a sweat as he jogged up to the corner where my bus stopped.
I waited in the line to exit, I tugged on the hem of the suffocating blue tunic.
It was hot, too hot.