Saturday, August 14, 2021

Camp David as Spenser's Bower of Bliss - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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The Bowre of Blisse

 

Goodly it was enclos’ed rownd about,

As well their entered guests to keep within,

As those unruly beasts to hold without;

Yet was the fence thereof but weake and thin

 

-Spenser, The Faerie Queene, Book II, Canto XII

 

While much of the world is bleeding and burnt

Democracy takes a summer holiday

Far away in Maryland’s gentle woods and hills

Where the screams of tortured children cannot be heard

 

Among the gardened and guarded streams and trees

Elderly men are guided in their play

By smiling minders gentle in their words

And ready with the proper remedies

 

While those who code are kept carefully near

To sweeten the words the old gentlemen hear

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