The strange boy left his native land
With knowledge of spilled blood
And eyes filled with an angry flood
Of dictums drawn from his mentors’ bans
Rebelling against a dead love’s seasoning
He hid when the truth he spurned
Safe beneath his fragile reasoning
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Author:
George (My real name) (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A completely different subject but the same rhyme scheme Edwin Muir used in The Grove.
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