Otherwise considered being is a force more or less welldirected Cometh the child exploded running nine ways at once an egg dropped a cup spilled a universe erupting hell on wheels whence backward rocking he incautiously squints in the village square of the square village to the spire up up and up verge upon verge higher and higher till he sits in his damp britches plop extended a being from his arse to his three wits real to ideal and then gets up weeping his laughter dancing his stumble worlding every unworld eating names in his soup lowest of low quickest unlife the immense lordling. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHNNY SPAIN'S WHITE HEIFER by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO A MOSQUITO by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TO A MISTRESS DYING by WILLIAM DAVENANT THE WORLD-SOUL by RALPH WALDO EMERSON A PRAYER FOR MY DAUGHTER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO ONE WHO DIED LAST YEAR by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD |