How to Love and to Hate, How to Die, How to Write and to Read

Aside:

O demobilized for a moment, a world is made human,

Returns to a time that is neither the present or then,

But a garland of clippings and wishes of who-knows-when,

A time of its own creation, a thing of acumen

That keeps us, like movies, alive with a purpose, aside

From the play-acting truth of the newsreel in which we have died.

Karl Shapiro.