Life is a vapor, dreaming South,
A sleepy field ’twixt stream and stream.
Death is a dream that shuts the mouth
—Until you live inside the dream.
WISDOM-TEETH
When I was a man and a very young man
I straddled the wings of Boreas!
For I was the high gods’ drinking-can,
My rhymes were their ale uproarious!
But they’ve poured out the posset of youth to cool