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VERSES IN THE NIGHT
(After an Evening Spent in Reading the Big Boys)
Honeymoon
“ponder, darling, these busted statues
of yon moth-eaten forum be aware.”
—E. E. Cummings.
PONDER, darling, these busted statues,
Be aware of the forum, sweet;
Feel the centuries tearing at youse—
Don’t keep asking me when we eat!
Look, my love, where the hills hang drowsy;
Cæsar watched them, a-wondering, here.
Get yon goddesses, chipped and lousy—
Don’t be trying to bite my ear!
Child, consider the clouds above you,
Soft and silly, like baby goats—
Don’t keep asking me don’t I love you!
Judas! When will you know your oats?
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