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Theodore Stephanides
The Scarecrow
A thing is hanging on the wire out there,
A thing that was a man but yesterday,
A man who thought that life and love were fair...
Now he is but a scarecrow hanging there
And jerking to the bullets' impact yet.
A scarecrow that scares not the crows;
A merry merry scarecrow, for all night
It danced with every wind till morning light.
That Thing that was a man but yesterday
Had planned its future in the toilsome past;
And it had spent long hours at Wisdom's knees
In silence to perfect the mysteries
That but the few can ponder; and its mind
Held all the depths of of the remoter seas.
That Thing that was a man but yesterday
Had planned from eager youth its future lot;
But all the while, although it guessed it not,
It was but training down those arduous years
To be one day a scarecrow and to dance
With the winds merrily....
(from "The Golden face", 1965)
The Scarecrow
A thing is hanging on the wire out there,
A thing that was a man but yesterday,
A man who thought that life and love were fair...
Now he is but a scarecrow hanging there
And jerking to the bullets' impact yet.
A scarecrow that scares not the crows;
A merry merry scarecrow, for all night
It danced with every wind till morning light.
That Thing that was a man but yesterday
Had planned its future in the toilsome past;
And it had spent long hours at Wisdom's knees
In silence to perfect the mysteries
That but the few can ponder; and its mind
Held all the depths of of the remoter seas.
That Thing that was a man but yesterday
Had planned from eager youth its future lot;
But all the while, although it guessed it not,
It was but training down those arduous years
To be one day a scarecrow and to dance
With the winds merrily....
(from "The Golden face", 1965)