Tonight it matters not to me Whether you be black or red, Gregarious as the honey bee, Or strong as water chased by wind Or independent as a tree, Or weak as cotton thread -- Stay here, is all I ask of you. Sit down beside me, share my glass, Talk gibberish or argue fine, Draw Rahab on the table-cloth, Or Euclid's non-existent line, Or guess the ways of auk and moth, Or brag about your wheels and gold, Or sigh for beauty under mold, Or hawk the secrets of a friend, Touch my hand, or look away -- I care not what you do or say! Tonight all values shift and blend, And I am here without a world. |