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On Earth

MICHAEL BENEDIKT
ON EARTH
On earth, everything is always being improvised;
Nothing was there before we thought of it
The flowers of reality bloom when we pour over them the
waters of our dreams
Growing from deserts of our own devising.
Give up give up the heroic camel,
The necessary enemy, and the gypsy tragedy.
It is obligatory only
To take to the air
ail

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12 lines · 4 stanzas

On Earth · O Captain