VAGRANT VERSE
RENUNCIATION. (Written for the Southland Tnnes,. How fine the old poets are, How deeply they go, Discovering new dreams Buried in the ancient heart of iStin They are melodious. Their words chime like bells, Warble like birds, They sing! So what’s the use to write, It’s all imitation, It’s all milk-and-water. The old poets have said aU, Have sung all, They are life! So now I shall stop, I’ll not try again To scribble between the Imea Of the [«ieet daaara. Attempt to catch a phase The old poets overlooked. Something ultra-modern Merely a gloss on the surface of truth. Truth, always rock-hewn. So, farewell, my pen, lot me forego that pleasure Which the poets of yesterday Enjoyed while writing their maaterpieeok —Southerner. jumatsTiiii. aa.
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Southland Times, Issue 19277, 23 June 1924, Page 4
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127VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 19277, 23 June 1924, Page 4
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