This Clamorous State
This Clamorous State
This
clamorous state when words are abundant
And though beautiful,
sense is not transcendent
To their mindless blizzard. How such is
a repugnant
When once I did say that the obverse was woe?
To
have no expression for what I was thinking
Seemed horror and
misery enough for drinking
Of endless poetical draughts. Pennies
clinking –
For words are the only true coinage I know.
Yet
what to do when once buried in grammars
And all the language that
incessantly hammers
Through this poet’s brain. What to do with
clamors
Which vie for a place ‘neath the dazed poet’s pen?
Laboriously
climb to the caverns of Muse
And with your deft instinct go in,
blindly choose
A phrase here, a word there, but try not to
lose
Your sanity. You will not regain it again.
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Ooooh, I love this! And the picture is a m a z i n g ! ! !
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