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Camus mood
by Agnes HallAnother day
dull and dry
brittle bones beget brittle noise
All the world's a stage
and each of us merely puppets
We are only ever
the sum of all habits
hands working for a machine
twisting and clanking
until the only sound flatlines into a dull drone 11/21/2011 Author's Note: I wrote this after reading Albert Camus', "The Plague".
Posted on 02/21/2011
Copyright © 2025 Agnes Hall
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/21/11 at 04:32 PM I love the rhythm and flow in this. "We are only ever the sum of all habits"--Indeed. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/21/11 at 07:41 PM ...this one puts me there, a there i've never been to, maybe never will get to; yet i am 'there' by your poignant descriptive of a "world"(college--and all the acoutrement, in toto; all)so my 'there' becomes ignited by yours, a feel-good Rockwellian image. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/25/11 at 12:37 AM An excellent expression of Determinism. |
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