CLIMBING is easy and swift on Parnassus! Knocking my pipe out, I entered a bookshop; There found a book of verse by a young poet. Comrades at once, how I saw his mind glowing! Saw in his soul its magnificent rioting -- Then I ran with him on hills that were windy, Basked and laughed with him on sun-dazzled beaches, Glutted myself on his green and blue twilights, Watched him disposing his planets in patterns, Tumbling his colors and toys all before him. I questioned life with him, his pulses my pulses; Doubted his doubts, too, and grieved for his anguishes. Salted long kinship and knew him from boyhood -- Pulled out my own sun and stars from my knapsack, Trying my trinkets with those of his finding -- @3And as I left the bookshop My pipe was still warm in my hand.@1 |