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A Mad Gleam

Tristan Tzara

Go back to Egypt and the Greeks,
Where the Wizard understood
The Spectre haunted where man seeks
And spoke to ghosts that stood in blood.

Go back, go back to the legend:
The soul remembers, and it's true:
What has been most and least imagined,
No other, there is nothing new.

The giant Phantom is ascending
Toward its coronation, gowned
With music unheard, but unending:
Follow the flower to the ground.