Picture Show (Sassoon collection)/Picture-Show
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PICTURE-SHOW
And still they come and go: and this is all I know—That from the gloom I watch an endless picture-show,Where wild or listless faces flicker on their way,With glad or grievous hearts I’ll never understandBecause Time spins so fast, and they’ve no time to stayBeyond the moment’s gesture of a lifted hand.
And still, between the shadow and the blinding flame,The brave despair of men flings onward, ever the sameAs in those doom-lit years that wait them, and have been. . .And life is just the picture dancing on a screen.