-- Synthetic Clown-Clown, hip, hip, whirl! -- Six pirouettes blue white, white blue, it is the Sky! six pirouettes blue green, green blue, it is the Sea! six pirouettes green yellow, yellow green, it is the Desert! six pirouettes gold yellow, yellow gold, it is the Sun! -- Bravo, bravo, a little bravo, gentlemen. Analytic Clown-Clown, 'tis your turn. Whirl! -- So be it, gentlemen, let us resolve things into their elements. Follow me well: Violet, two pirouettes, Indigo, three pirouettes, Blue, five pirouettes, Green, two pirouettes, Yellow, three pirouettes, Orange, five pirouettes, Red, ten pirouettes. Total: thirty pirouettes. Attention, gentlemen. Have a look at Noah's rainbow. . . . Two three five, two three five ten, rrrrrrran! -- Stop, Analytic, stop, enough I say! He is going to burst. . . . Good God! . . . Ah! Synthetic writhes and then, in the tan-bark of the ring, writes with a thumb profound this sombre epitaph: Here lies ANALYTIC this clown reputed sage -- quite insane and dead of rage that he could not whirl a hurricane. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DISRAELI ON CONSERVATISM by MARIANNE MOORE LANCELOT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON STAR-TALK by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE IMPERCIPIENT (AT A CATHEDRAL SERVICE) by THOMAS HARDY FRED ENGLEHARDT'S BABY by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS WINTER WATER by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |