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Sasha and the Poet

Sasha: I dreamed you and he

Sat under a tree being interviewed

By some invisible personage. You were saying

'They sound strange because they were lonely,

The seventeenth century,

That's why the poets sound strange today:

In the hope of some strange answer.'

Then you sang ‘hey nonny, nonny, no' and cried, And asked him to finish. ‘Quoth the potato-bug,' He said, and stood up slowly. ‘By Shakespeare.' And walked away.