F.R. Leavis on a Pedestal For years I thought of you If I thought of you at all As a don who put The Lady C. Love man On some exalted pedestal As generals born up in city parks, A man I had no time to scrutinise, And too late I realise You meant the stark work All you know All you need Pedestals are dead stone Our knowledge groans In first perceptions It is born out of them And you show We learn and learn What we know and What it takes to know. |
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