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I Thought of Donne
I thought of Donne, and how the pride must war —
Of Manley Hopkins, godlier by far,
His filial bemusement death and birth
Counting the spots of God on this, God's earth.
And then, asleep, I dreamed of Henry Ford
Wandering beardless down orchestral ways
Of factories. A patriarchal lord,
Counting his beads of praise.
Source: Poetry (October 2007).
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