Concerning the Issue of Property Rights
The daily grey of morning
greets me with a nod and I’m off.
Round the round with a care for myself,
the ways familiar but do not please.
Taken home, examined, they seem foolish in a domestic light.
Worked in time, a human artifact’s words
blend with the night and
I have mixed my labor with the land,
therefore it is mine.
O for the domesticity of lace,
shy windows gazing out the night
framed by reading lamp light,
and the cozy naiveté of a Grecian urn!
Who for a moment would not desire them?
In their life, in their lily lighted life.
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