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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=403099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Mockery</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=403099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sometimes I laugh—what else can a man do <br>Who does not know ? This little ego here <br>Braving the void, this fleck upon the blue, <br>This filmy wing sounding the starry sphere— <br>What bold abysmal incongruity, <br>What joke of the gods to make a mock of me ! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=403099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I hear you sing, and wonder how you dare. <br>Too fine for song they are—the tint of the rose, <br>The touch of a child, love's beauty and despair, <br>All the sad furtive exquisiteness that blows, <br>Like scent of gardens I may never see, <br>Across my sense to make a mock of me. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=403099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">That I, this atom infinitesimal, <br>This chance-blown seed of flesh and fire, that I <br>Should front the dread immensity, the all, <br>Shocking the silence with my futile cry— <br>What dark inscrutable absurdity, <br>What joke of the gods to make a mock of me!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Harriet+Monroe">Harriet Monroe</a></strong></div>

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