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Underneath the Bough: A Book of Verses

Chapter 59: Cui Bono?
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A collection of verse that shifts between brisk depictions of modern life—motor races and city heat—and intimate lyrical sonnets exploring love, memory, and devotional longing. Classical and medieval references recur alongside pagan pastoral fantasies that imagine escape to woodland Hesperides, while formal experiments include songs, sonnets, ballades, rondeaux and a pantoum. A seasonal sequence maps moods across spring to winter, and a concluding suite treats mortality through elegy and dark humor. The poems balance energetic narrative scenes with reflective, sometimes elegiac meditations on desire, nature, and death.

Cui Bono?

NAY, vex me not with dead theologies,
With creeds outworn and vain polemic strife;
To solve the riddles of some future life
Why chill my soul with stark philosophies?
What then to me is Aristoteles,
Plato, or he who had the shrewish wife
(Small blame to her!), or Pyrrho’s doubtings, rife  
With contradiction’s maziest subtleties?
Only one thing is sure—they all are dead;
Sere theologians, wranglers of the schools,
Philosophers and creedsmen have surcease
From war, their dust no better than the fools’
Wherewith ’tis mingled undistinguishèd.
So, vex me not, but go your ways in peace...