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AN ECLOGUE FOR CHRISTMAS


A. I meet you in an evil time.

B. The evil bells

Put out of our heads, I think, the thought of every-

thing else.


A. The jaded calendar revolves,

Its nuts need oil, carbon chokes the valves,

The excess sugar of a diabetic culture

Rotting the nerve of life and literature;

Therefore when we bring out the old tinsel and frills

To announce that Christ is born among the barbarous hills

I turn to you whom a morose routine

Saves from the mad vertigo of being what has been.

B. Analogue of me, you are wrong to turn to me,

My country will not yield you any sanctuary,

There is no pinpoint in any of the ordnance maps

To save you when your towns and town-bred thoughts collapse,

It is better to die in situ as I shall,

One place is as bad as another. Go back where your instincts call

And listen to the crying of the town-cats and the taxis again,

Or wind your gramophone and eavesdrop on great

men.

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