Classic Poem

You may walk among fuchsias unloud.
Enter, attend however a drum crashing deliberately
Correctly walk with mouth unbowed
Rubato into ecstasy

Loop large petunias on stiff necks
Funucles maybe of magnolia trees,
Recoil on split suspicion, in silences,
Disjoined between Adonic concupiscency
And Nirvana of tweaking the
Nose of absurdity!

Well that will I whispered suffice, turn round
look at the violet finger (not touching it)
of death dripping on you out of memory
remembering an accident certain of Greece
how your gods fell dead

bringing brankursine strange with disease
he came — so beware a finger violet of death

The intermission done and ices
come down
And I will show you tipping
The cold hardwood with silver toes
Maidens answering once jazz more bold...

Some have for wits and then to midnight passed
Felt sleep thud up the lawn on a crutch.
Over the sky spread the efficient label of dawn
Many dawns — spread this advertising Life
That must go say they till life is dead.
And I will whistle for you at the gate tomorrow
dusk and you will come with washed odors
in your hair, forgetting

What was dancing to you then?
We went from the high gate away
To a black hill the other side of men
Where one wild stag stared
At the going day.