A Poem |
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one time to perpetrate a song, One of the new kind, pulsing, free and strong. I balanced subjects tragic and grotesque, Conjuring all the rhythms unto my desk; CrocsShoes Convers Shoes Heely Shoes And then the skittish metres gathered round Joining in shadowy swing and leap and bound NewBalance Shoes Rainbow Vacume Timberlands Boots Orlandohotels Glazura i terakota Metres sonorous, metres potent, grave, Some with the shock of arms, some, bird-songs brave; From East and West, from South as well as North, Metres and stanzas bowing hurried forth. Chafing their golden bridles, loose of rein, Approach the Tercets, as if coursers vain. And opening up amid the gallant ring, Purple and gold, arrived the Sonnet king. KitchenAid Mixers Kichen Aid Mixer CarnivalShoes And all began to sing -- Among the rabble There rose the spirit of a charming gabble. One pointed strophe wakened my desire With the clear tinkling of a little spire; So above all, I chose it for the bride Adding my crystal, silver rhymes beside. And thus I told a tale, with subtle grace, A tragical, fantastic, never base,-- Though sad enough, a story straight and terse-- Of a fair lady loved and in her hearse; And to sustain the mournful note I added Soft lisps with ex professo kisses padded: I decked the phrase with gold, and music rare Of lute and mandolin was sounded there. I drew the light of distances profound With solemn mists and melancholies bound; CrocsShoes BrandShoes Convers Shoes And 'mid the dim obscure, as in a feast Of mortals, dancers to the dance released; Clothed them in words that cloud like heavy veils, With midnight masks of satin, velvet trails;-- And in the background interwining, wound The mystical and fleshly, as if bound. Then in my author's pride, I added there Heliotrope scent and light of jacynth rare-- And brought the poem to a critic grand, Who sent it back -- "I fail to understand." |