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Sunday, 2 February 2020

Money is the Thing With Feathers by Susan Firer

I wake to money, and take my money slow
I watched for money, lights turned low

One must have a mind of money . . .
Money that is not there and the money that is

The art of money isn’t hard to master
. . . The money surrounds us . . .

Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet money
Money on a wet, black bough

Do not go gentle into that good money
The pure products of money go crazy

Money sweeping out from us to disappear
Oh Money! My Money! our fearful trip is done

I myself will die without money
Money, Money, you bastard, I’m through.

From: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/91760/money-is-the-thing-with-feathers

Date: 2016

By: Susan Firer (1948- )