He told us we were free to choose
But, children as we were, we thoug
“Paternal Love will only use
Force in the last resort
On those too bumptious to repent.”

The Ogre does what ogres can,
Deeds quite impossible for Man,
But one prize is beyond his reach,
The Ogre cannot master Speech:
About a subjugated plain,

Let a florid music praise,
The flute and the trumpet,
Beauty’s conquest of your face:
In that land of flesh and bone,
Where from citadels on high

As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.
And down by the brimming river

Lady, weeping at the crossroads,
Would you meet your love
In the twilight with his greyhound
And the hawk on his glove?
Bribe the birds then on the branch

A shilling life will give you all
How Father beat him, how he ran a
What were the struggles of his you
Made him the greatest figure of hi
Of how he fought, fished, hunted,

It’s natural the Boys should whoo
so huge a phallic triumph, an adve
it would not have occurred to wome
to think worth while, made possibl
because we like huddling in gangs

Among pelagian travelers,
Lost on their lewd conceited way
To Massachusetts, Michigan,
Miami or L.A.,
An airborne instrument I sit,

And the traveller hopes: “Let me
Physician”; and the ports have nam
The citiless, the corroding, the s
And North means to all: “Reject”.
And the great plains are for ever

The Hidden Law does not deny
Our laws of probability,
But takes the atom and the star
And human beings as they are,
And answers nothing when we lie.