The first note of exile: a plain
chord ruminative Through the ears of the displaced;
a reiterative cry "To be away!" and "Not to be
concerned" with The geographical limits: coterminous
borders mapped By an existing threnoedy Before the thoughtful played
out its faithful end.
The second note to be played in
Europe and America Would be different without having
been judged upon. Qualities of detachment and solitude, Found but never sought after
is omni-present, Draining the atmosphere of all
Perhaps the third note should
be recorded. Heard incoherently amidst the
din of "lost causes", "mind in extremis", and a hopeless
victory of "No return!", Its clarity dissipated into the
stomping cadence Of hordes of self-possessed literati.