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By Nilus Once I Knew ...
By Harold Hart Crane
Some old Egyptian joke is in the air,
Dear lady---the poet said---release your hair;
Come, search the marshes for a friendly bed
Or let us bump heads in some lowly shed.
An old Egyptian jest has cramped the tape.
The keyboard no more offers an escape
From the sweet jeopardy of Anthony's plight:
You've overruled my typewriter tonight.
Decisive grammar given unto queens,---
An able text, more motion than machines
Have levers for,---stampede it with fresh type
From twenty alphabets---we're still unripe!
This hieroglyph is no dumb, deaf mistake.
It knows its way through India---tropic shake!
It's Titicaca till we've trod it through,
And then it pleads again, "I wish I knew".
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