The Academy
By thom_austin
Wed, 15 Sep 2004
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1. The Academy
The ruddy Ivy drapes red in wind
blown
Layers, over the cold aching body;
The Stately
Home of Representation.
In which, Nature's bitter wine will
muddy
The reason theories, raise up stifled
tears
As they sport with the resurgent minded-
The
new Interpretation curators.
On fresh green fields of the
newly landed,
It grasps the brick, adds smoother
dimension.
To an otherwise crumbling entity
Of custom
built, scarce education
At the overblown art
Academy.
As to a choked oak in a common
wood,
The clinging thing does some earthly good.
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