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Kenneth Slessor - To Myself
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AFTER all, you are my rather tedious hero; 
 It is impossible (damn it!) to avoid 
 Looking at you through keyholes. 
 But come! At least you might try to be 
 Even, let us say, a Graceful Zero 
 Or an Eminent Molecule, gorgeously employed. 
 Have you not played Hamlet`s father in the wings 
 Long enough, listening to poets groan, 
 Seeking a false catharsis 
 In flesh not yours, through doors ajar 
 In the houses of dead kings, 
 In the gods` tombs, in the coffins of cracked stone? 
 Have you not poured yourself, thin fluid mind, 
 Down the dried-up canals, the powdering creeks, 
 Whose waters none remember 
 Either to praise them or condemn, 
 Whose fabulous cataracts none can find 
 Save one who has forgotten what he seeks? 
 Your uncle, the Great Harry, left after him 
 The memory of a cravat, a taste in cheese, 
 And a way of saying "I am honoured." 
 Such things, when men and beasts have gone, 
 Smell sweetly to the seraphim. 
 Believe me, fool, there are worse gifts than these.
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