Hanging from the beam, Slowly swaying (such the law), Gaunt the shadow on your green, Shenandoah! The cut is on the crown (Lo, John Brown), And the stabs shall heal no more.
“…the greatest poetry, like the greatest prose, has a doubleness; the poet is talking to you on two planes at once.”
T. S. Eliot
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