Of all the works of man I like best Those which have been used. The copper pots with their dents and flattened edges The knives and forks whose wooden handles Have been worn away by many hands: such forms Seemed to me the noblest.

All the gang of those who rule us Hope our quarrels never stop Helping them to split and fool us So they can remain on top.

How long Do works endure? As long As they are not completed.

On golden chairs Sitting at ease, you paid for the songs which we chanted To those less lucky. You paid us for drying their tears And for comforting all those …

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