Reader placid and bucolic, Sober, guileless man of the good, Fling away this saturnine book, Orgiastic and melancholic. Unless with Satan, wily master, You have studied your rhetoric, Fling it away! You will understand none of it, Or think me hysteric. But if you are able, unenticed, To plunge your eye in the depths, Read me, that you learn to love me; Inquiring soul who suffers And goes seeking your paradise, Pity me! . . . If not, be damned! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER TU FU (THEY SAY YOU'RE STAYING IN A MOUNTAIN TEMPLE) by MARVIN BELL CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE GREAT DEATH by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONGS FOR TWO SEASONS: 1. AFTER GRAVE ILLNESS by CAROL FROST |