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In all directions gulfs and yawning abysses,
The ground of society cracking, the fire showing through,
The old ties giving way beneath the strain, and the great heart heaving as though it would break –
At the sound of the new word spoken –
At the sound of the word Democracy.
– Edward Carpenter, excerpt from Towards Democracy, part 2.
This is just a tiny excerpt from the sprawling, baggy, four-part book-length prose poem that is Towards Democracy, by Edward Carpenter. In it he sets out his vision ...
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