I AM numb from world-pain -- I sway most violently as the thoughts course through me, And athwart me, And up and down me -- Thoughts of cosmic matters, Of the mergings of worlds within worlds, And unutterabilities And room-rent, And other tremendously alarming phenomena, Which stab me, Rip me most outrageously; (Without a semblance, mind you, of respect for the Hague Convention's rules governing soul-slitting.) Aye, as with the poniard of the Finite pricking the rainbow-bubble of the Infinite! (Some figure, that!) (Some little rush of syllables, that!) -- And make me -- (are you still whirling at my coat-tails, reader?) Make me -- ahem, where was I? -- oh, yes -- make me, In a sudden, overwhelming gust of soul-shattering rebellion, Fall flat on my face! |