virginal white to the Stars and Stripes.
Ah those days when one's thoughts were glued
to this version of the Absolute!
The man of the year is the unknown
nameless hairdresser in London Town.
Stirred either by its cumulous firmament
or by the British anthem, he invents the permanent.
(A London
hairdresser)
"The Sun never sets over this Empire .
Still , all empires one day expire.
They go to pieces , they get undone.
The wind of history is no fun.
Let England be England and rule the waves!
And let those waves be real raves .
Let them be dark, red, chestnut, blonde
unruffled by great events beyond! "
1910 marks the end of the first decade .
As such , it can definitely be okayed .
For there is clearly a democratic
trend. Though at times things take an erratic
turn . Like when Egypt's Prime Minister, through no fault
of his , gets murdered. But the revolt
in Albania is the work of masses
(although how they tell their oppressed from their ruling class is
anyone's guess) . Plus Portugal bravely rids
itself of its king , and as he's hugged by the Brits,
becomes a republic. As for the Brits themselves,
one more generation of them learns God saves
no king , and mourning the sad demise
of Edward the Seventh , they fix their eyes
on George the Fifth . Mark Twain and Tolstoy die too .
But Karl May has just published his
Winnetou
in German . In Paris, they've seen and heard
Stravinsky-cum-Diaghilev's "Firebird."
Tha t causes some riot, albeit a tiny one .
Whereas the twangs of the Argentinian
Tango do to the world what the feared and hailed
