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Shakespeare was Bacon on a sunshine stage,
a secret agent, or unperfect actor
and if this is a crown
it's a fool's crown, or
crown of dogwood splinters, wreath'd
with your absent part & three parts rageIs it megalomania or is it shame
that drove me from the Doctors into wilderness
& set me spinning toward your globe of fame?& when those Aprils born of tenderness
hail down sweet kelsons of the cosmic frame-
up I'll be standing in my shepherd's weeds-- a wildnesstamed by what I know comes not from me:
adhesive happenstance--O Chair of Anonymity
Henry Gould | Island Road 35
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