MUSES
I follow the circumference of Old
so slowly--and await my time
when, smiled upon by all th'little mistrals
plagues as are dreams!... I'll sail delight
& sever my gravity unqualified, rude & lusty
from this underfoot Tradition of
the vocables-black World trained to bars
stretching my Song-wings
of wind-whorling lines: human
flaws ever to the unwavering equator
of some Socrates-like attitude to a dot:
I am Icarus! mounting my fountain pen
and I wear a size Medium shirt ... 219
I can walk into any men's shop & order
(a) pair of pants This size & shorts
Size That! (hat: Such & Such) & socks
& suits & stuffs, & stuffs right off the
racks which will fit me O as well
as they'll fit a thousand other men my size!
O Euterpe,
even these poems of mine
(my All) ... even these poems are not
absolutely my own
&
anybody my size
wears them as well...
though cold--
