This poem is taken from Poetry Nation 5 Number 5, 1975.
For the Tribunes (i.m. David Jones)
i.m. David Jones
The deaf dictators exile song;
No, more: there is no song. If you
Seem to hear music, you are wrong:
All is illusion that we do,
Mere idols spawned in fields of force
Discerned by the blind prophets through
Our seeming history's rainbow course,
...
The deaf dictators exile song;
No, more: there is no song. If you
Seem to hear music, you are wrong:
All is illusion that we do,
Mere idols spawned in fields of force
Discerned by the blind prophets through
Our seeming history's rainbow course,
...
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