Dominoes
The dominoes were up,Laid out for miles.
This one chose to cross my path-
I resolved to kick it.
And it fell-
As did the next one,
And the next one,
And the next one.
Miles away, they still fall,
And all shatter upon impact-
Oh, woe!
Dominoes
The dominoes were up,Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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