Since youth is wise, and cannot comprehend Proportion, nor behold things as they are, @3Filoqeauoez@1 we'll be, my friend, And laugh at what appears quadrangular. Our only Gods shall be the Subterrane, Pictures of things misshapen, harsh and crude, The flattened Face outside the window-pane, The little Squeak behind us in the wood. Here, friend, are subtly drawn uncommon things: Make such your Gods: they only understand. Only a Headless Ape with slimy wings Can whisk you round the Interesting Land. Though after twenty years they may not please, Sane men have worshipped stranger Gods than these. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHANSON INNOCENTE: 1, FR. TULIPS by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS EVENING (1) by EMILY DICKINSON THE SELF-UNSEEING by THOMAS HARDY AN ELEGY: TO AN OLD BEAUTY by THOMAS PARNELL IN ENVY OF COWS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER |