I DO not know very much,
But I know this—
That the storms of contempt that sweep over us,
Ready to blast any edifice before then
Rise from the fathomless maelstrom
Of contempt for ourselves.
If there be a god,
May he preserve me
From striking with these lightnings
Those whom I love.
Saying which,
Zarathustra strolled on
Down Fifth Avenue.
The last three lines
Are symptomatic.
EMANUEL MORGAN
Opus 104
HOW terrible to entertain a lunatic!
To keep his earnestness from coming close!
A Madagascar land-crab once
Lifted blue claws at me
And rattled long black eyes
That would have got me
Had I not been gay.
ANNE KNISH
Opus 182
"HE'S the remnant of a suit that has been drowned;
That's what decided me," said Clarice.
"And so I married him,
I really wanted a merman;
And this slimy quality in him
Won me.
No one forbade the banns.
Ergo—will you love me?"
EMANUEL MORGAN
Opus 101
HE not only plays
One note
But holds another note
Away from it—
As a lover
Lifts
A waft of hair
From loved eyes.