I built a poem from Lego bricks
Perfection! Not a hole to fix
Each room I filled with emptiness
Each plastic rhyme with hopelessness
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Hey, lover! (who builds poems from sticks)
I built a poem from Lego bricks
He read, his face – a doleful mask –
Proclaimed I had not met the task
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‘To beat the wolves, my lover dear
Do more than to the rules adhere
I built a poem from Lego bricks
When I was four, or five, or six…’
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With love, he cast straw in the air
Such meaning, passion, beauty there!
‘Ne’er say again – ne’er use such tricks! –
I built a poem from Lego bricks.’
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