- for Benjamin, in his pursuit of letters -
There are some who’ll dare to tell you what you should learn,
thinking the world to be written tables.
But there are lessons to which you will gladly turn!
Here is one that I early learned in a fable:
The world is never reduced to a point;
for the sympathies that reside in this tender
earth are so linked in a chain, joint by endless joint,
maintaining a wealth of varied splendor,
that the spectacle infinitely rebegins.
And the singer once more will pause on the C as
the tale gets lost in a flash of sequins,
the players all hushed in the uproarious glee,
in the din of applause, in the mezzanine’s shout
for the diva with the aquiline snout!
Now if I ran the show, here is how it would be…
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