And the long bent road

Yeats — fascists all.
Would you
disposed to such selfsame superiority
make of art
such grandiose assessments
of what is right and pure?
Would you,

in your unpeopled landscape,
gold with harvest, place
the blemished hound,
the doting mistress, the penniless waif,
and the long bent road
that they invisibly stride?

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