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...THE SNOWING OF THE PINES' by THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON UPON THE SAYING THAT MY VERSES WERE MADE BY ANOTHER by ANNE KILLIGREW TO MY GRANDMOTHER; SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE BY MR. ROMNEY by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON SEA BUTTERFLIES by DON BLANDING HAUNTED STREETS by MATHILDE BLIND THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: NEWS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |