gardens

In Gardens
1-21-18

Dividing the spoils
On with the Oils
Fever in the air in the gardens of Versailles
Just keep on but not to egoic gratification
As to whisper in your ear bitter sometimes
Where nothing seems to lack
As to make the Future free like that of Burks and Shelton
Of course back on my red horse
Saluting Blackmur in the foreword to fantasia
In a place where wants seem to become needs
For freedom beyond the ocean bars
In gardens...





Anatole
1-21-18

As something seems to lack
I never understood
But I got something out of it
Where the Past is too much with us
Where wants seem to become needs
Yet to put on linen breeches
And find out what the Spirit teaches
Laying faces between our hands smitten
So it's home again with fingers weary and worn
Just beginning again where resurrected is the pen
As this is Christian's work for loam, band and gusset
Today's going to be another good one
Where stars shine through the roof insolent no more
For the breech...





Virtuosity (My Appeal)
1-21-18

O men with sisters sole and dear
We ought to keep the good Word near
So that we might triumph over fear
O, Smith in poverty and in wealth
Marrow to thy bones and good health upon our sunny backs
Of a cloudy day
Spring will be here before we know it
Rare and novel and a broken chair
Trying me with the spring soon coming and straitened me out
Like an arrow for crust of bread and rags of cowslip and primrose
Bittersweet in virtuosity of excellence
And merit in the object.....