Classic Poem

Black A, white E, red I, green U, blue O--vowels,
I'll tell, some day, your secret origins:
A, black hairy corset of dazzling flies
Who boom around cruel stenches,

Gulfs of darkness; E, candor of steam and of tents,
Lances of proud glaciers, white kings, Queen-Anne's-lace shivers;
I, deep reds, spit blood, laughter of beautiful lips
In anger or in drunkenness and penitence;

U, cycles, divine vibrations of dark green oceans,
Peacefulness of pastures dotted with animals, the peace of wrinkles
Which alchemy prints on studious foreheads;

O, supreme trumpet, full of strange harsh sounds,
Silences which are crossed by Worlds and by Angels--
O, Omega, violet ray of Her Eyes!