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SOME WILDER WORDS“When you’re young, no matter how many unpleasant things have happened to you (unless by that time you’ve become hopelessly neurotic), hope returns daily, even hourly. The sight of a beautiful person, bird, tree, house, flower can lift your spirits like a thermal does the wings of a gliding gull!” ************************** “There was no ambition to be famous, no desire to have pieces played by famous orchestras, no secret wish for commissions or prizes or for being “taken up” by prominent art lovers. I simply hoped I could learn to do something well.” ************************** Give me that warm feeling,
That makes me believe again. Give me that soft answer, The kind you gave me way back when. Give me some true kindness, That brightens the sky again. Give me the best that's in you, And encouragement now and then. Dust off those long-lost manners! Bury ambition and guile! Unfurl those lovely banners Of virtue and laughter and style! Give me that warm feeling, Take off that impersonal glove. Remember, remember we're dealing With that fair and rare thing called love! ************************** Beauty! Art! Wit!
Wonderment! Humility! Arrogance! Style! Virtue! Decency! Patience! And all the others, Gone, trampled by the Newly-polished jack boots Of the clog-suited society. I'm a stranger here, from Another planet; Not spotted yet, but Getting peculiar stares> Forbidden entrance to All the places where Air remains, Where green is true
and water unmolested. In any other time, (Excepting Attila's) I'd be a hero. Why, they'd even name An alley after me And put a blotting-paper Plaque on all my doors. Not because I was great But because I insisted on All the words and ways rejected by Those who wait ferally In the ancient trees. |