Cathain, by Grant Lee Phillips
> Bid goddess rise, from mists of memory. »
> Bid goddess rise, from mists of memory. »
> Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon »
> And why are you so quiet now standing there in the doorway? You chose your journey long before you came upon this highway. »
> Why did men fight? > The old man had always been a dutiful thinker, never an inspired one. Now his exhausted brain slipped into its »
I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of a low dishonest decade: Waves of anger »