Variations on a Theme of Robert Frost

The Secret Sits
We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.

Var. I
Ring around the rosie,
A pocket full of knowsie.

Var. 2
Atomically
Are we, and be
The nucleus
Unknown to us.

Var. 3
Musical chairs
We roundly play.
The music airs,
We circle away.

The music sounds.
The beats, they drop.
We ring in rounds
Without a stop.

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Monolith

Though wondrous are the monuments of stone
That yet enjoy the splendor of a prime
Lasting for ages—spanning lengths of time
Wherein were seeded, birthed, and fully grown
Great nations, cultures long since buried, gone—
And stand them still (sides slanted as a rhyme)
In total rapture when the arid clime
Around them swirls a storm of dust hard-blown,
When these have worn to so much desert sand
The greatest of Man’s achievements will be extinct,
Not because these will henceforth cease to stand,
But since the kosmos will have forgotten the tinct
And brittle leaves with hieroglyphics inked,—
The works that Beethoven scribbled out by hand.

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Pavan Dolorosa

Upright, aristocratically
   The ladie sits before the keys.
Her quiet posture doth belie
   Her fingers busy activities.

They mix in mingling counterpoint,
   With wealthy harmonie they disport,
They daunce with skill in evry joynt,
   And doe with heauen's host consort.

And Master Philips I wo'd sweare
   His sad pavan had neuer play'd
Better then plays the ladie there,
   Sith sweeter music ne'er was made.

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