Learning from History
by David Ferry
They said, my saints, my slogan-sayers sang,
Be good, my child, in spite of all alarm.
They stood, my fathers, tall in a row and said,
Be good, be brave, you shall not come to harm.
I heard them in my sleep and muttering dream,
And murmuring cried. How shall I wake to this?
They said, my poets, singers of my song,
We cannot tell, since all we tell you...
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“Learning from History,” a poem by David Ferry