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Best Poems From
ANTHONY WEIR
(13th September 1941)
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A Mound of Refuse
Even the poor in our society
have six times more
than it's sane to desire
And the rich everywhere
always
are wanting something for nothing.
Anthony Weir
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A Voice from the Mirror
The greatest achievement is to become
unmentionable to the unspeakable.
'Now' is glimpses of the always
framed by never.
I should say my heart was broken
if I believed in hearts.
I recognise the void within me
and despair.
Love is just as true as rumour
and healing death the shadow
of meaningless forever.
Anthony Weir
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About Wisdom
O wisdom - enchanter - was I greedy for fame?
Did I lie and deceive to gain reputation
as your greatest servant?
Did I stoop to currying favour with worthless
people of position and power?
Did I worry about status or money?
For those who wish to retain their integrity
the only place to be is under your feet
and whether we wash or not, walk clothed or naked,
live or die,
is of utmost irrelevance.
2. AFTER A POEM ENTITLED 'SLAVE BOY'
by Yusuf ibn Harun al-Ramadi (died 1022 CE)
They shaved his head
to make him unattractive,
for his beauty made them
mean.
They wiped out the night.
They abandoned him to dawn.
Anthony Weir
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Armageddon, after all, is a fairly small hill
Just an ordinary day: ordinary people
work and do other usual things
in the landscape of screams.
The cleaners, the clergy,
child prostitutes, bookbinders, loss-adjusters,
judges...the rapists, the teachers,
mechanics, chiropodists, vivisectionists,
politicans, the police, the swindlers,
the imams, the accountants, the advertising-agency janitors,
the slaughterers of battery-chickens,
loblolly-men,
spies and shit-shifters, computer-programmers,
together (with many more) compose
the landscape of screams
as a jigsaw of horrible fragments of false dreams.
And why would the creator not despise us
as we despise dogs
our very own unnatural selection?
Anthony Weir
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