No debauchery compares with thinking. This license breeds like some weed whose seed is carried by the wind onto a bed laid out for daisies. To all those who think nothing is ever sacred. The shamelessly direct saying what they are driving at, dissolute analyses, excessive syntheses, rackish and hot pursuit of bare facts, touching upon prickly subjects, idea spawning, that is what they like best. By daylight or under cover of the night, they join in pairs, triangles and circles. The partners' sex and age are immaterial. Their eyes flash, their cheeks blush. A friend leads a friend away. Degenerate daughters corrupt their father. A brother procures his younger sister. They delight in a fruit Of the forbidden tree of knowledge different from pink buttocks in illustrated magazines which are, actually, a good-natured kind of pornography. The books they enjoy have no pictures. The only excitement comes from special sentences marked with a fingernail or a pencil. It is most shameful in what positions and with what licentious ease a mind manages to impregnate another mind. Such positions have not been detailed even inKamasutra . All they do during these dates, is making tea. Moving the lips, people sit on chairs with their own legs crossed. This way, one foot touches the floor while the other one swings freely in the air. Sometimes someone stands up, approaches the window and through the slit between the curtains peeps at the street. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF SUMMER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR FOR DECORATION DAY: 1898-1899 by RUPERT HUGHES ON THE SLAIN AT CHICKAMAUGA by HERMAN MELVILLE TO A SQUIRREL AT KYLE-NA-NO by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS APPARITIONS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH OF BENEVOLENCE: AN EPISTLE TO EUMENES by JOHN ARMSTRONG |