A Modern Poet, Smoking, Pausing, Thinking And Going
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With a cigar held in between the fingers,
He taking the puffs pausing, thinking something,
Trails of smoke arising
And the lines of poetry too coming to
In its train of ideas and images.
How to be modern?
Smoking cigars to be modern and to be a poet,
Emptying one packet after another.
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