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Good to be back in the Blue Zone.

A poem for post-election consideration (and consolation). Perspective helps.

In Time of "The Breaking of Nations"


I
Only a man harrowing clods
In a slow silent walk
With an old horse that stumbles and nods
Half asleep as they stalk.

II
Only thin smoke without flame
From the heaps of couch-grass;
Yet this will go onward the same
Though Dynasties pass.

III
Yonder a maid and her wight
Come whispering by:
War's annals will cloud into night
Ere their story die.
--Thomas Hardy