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To Make A Dadist Poem
(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

To Make A Dadist Poem

Poem By Tristan Tzara

Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.

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Remember it from walk about
One of the greatest poems of longing by a wonderful master of melancholy
My favourite poem. Some may find it maudlin and sentimental but I find it evocative of lost childhood. Happiness in simple things and realisation that life is transitory.