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An Elegy for Tristan Tzara	A
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In the hungry kitchen	B
The dog sings for its dinner	A
The housewife is writing her poem	C
On top of the frigidaire	A
Something like this	D
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nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp 'Hear in the kitchen	B
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp The crows fly home	E
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp Into the red robed trees	F
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp That walk across the sky	G
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nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp Hear under the floor	A
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp The three fountains rising and	H
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp Trickling through the bridge	I
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp Into the sea of poems '	-
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In the kitchen the housemother	A
Pours soup for her thousand children	B
As her man eats his silence	J
And the dog swallows its poem	C
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In all the kitchens of Europe	K
The radio shouts good news	L
'Millions have had no accident today	M
All wars have come to an end	N
An honest politician	B
In another country	A
Wants to become a plumber	A
All men will be equal next year	A
Volcano vomits ice cream	O
A silent poem has been invented '	-
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nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp In my holy kitchen	B
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp I draw the blinds of night	P
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp On the homes of sleep	Q
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp I hold the world in my palms	R
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp Now that I am old	S
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp I can measure life with words	T
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp There's a nightingale in my coffee	A
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp My bread is buttered with memories	F
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp Since the old woman died	U
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp I have two souls	V
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When I was small we had a lucky black cat	W
We had a magic horse shoe on the wall	X
It was rusty and brought no luck	Y
But fetched the fields into the kitchen	B
And made us not forget horses	Z
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When you are old you make your own magic	A2
You speak oftener for the dead	B2
You move free in the wonderland of the past	C2
You invent a future on the other shore of death	D2
You must speak for the dead	B2
You are their rusty horse shoe	E2
In all the kitchens of the world	F2
Not the mug on the radio	G2
But a thought rescued from the past	C2
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nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp There was love in the thin soup	H2
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp A bone some lentils and great love	I2
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp My mother's hands were clouds	J2
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp There was a bluebird in the gasjet	C2
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp When she bathed us by the kitchen fire	A
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nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp There will be no such soup again	K2
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp Nor such transcendent poverty	C2
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp I have lost the treasure of poverty	C2
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp The old woman is dead and buried	C2
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp In her wonderland of oblivion	B
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp But lives in my kitchen poem	C
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp In this 'sentimental' aside	C2
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Now that I am an old man I think in bed	C2
I think nothing I think poems	L2
The metronome of sleeplessness and death	D2
The art of being deliberately alone and yet	C2
A centre in the vortex of the world	C2
Feelings stretched drum tight on the grid of thought	C2
As your decaying flesh taut on its bones	M2
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Sensations phantom ideas dreams pinned bugs	N2
On the living conveyor belt of experience	J
While in the poem you are everybody else	O2
Each poem merging into another construct	C2
All poems rationally absurd impermanent	C2
DADA	C2
There being no poem ever no poet ever	A
An old man in a kitchen cooking words	T
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nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp I am no poet I am	P2
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp Lived by unfinishable poems	L2
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp The horse shoe hammered	C2
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp On the anvil of my brain	Q2
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I think nothing The poems think me	C2
I do not often write them down	R2
Being a structuration of the unknowable	S2
That dies upon the page	T2
My inward poems whispered for the dead	C2
While the living bury the living	U2
With foul political slogans	V2
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nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp An owl is hooting in my poem	C
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp Which sleep will end	C2
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nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp Good night poet of life	W2
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp Be with me always	X2
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp I give you my kitchen poem	C
nbsp nbsp nbsp nbsp Immortal TRISTAN	Y2

Francis Scarfe

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