Poets' Party

THREE POEMS

POETS' PARTY

After I left them, this I dreamed and noted

(Prowling the restless archives of the mind) :

The Monster! And its suave voice many-throated

Elaborately arose. Aloof and blind,

It choired a heterogeneous multi-song,

And we, the songsters of the ready word,

Were there and groveled there, and throve among

The droppings of the hydra-headed bird.

Ornate, concerted, all its beaks wide-stretching

In mutual dithyramb ... and I was glad

To rouse to common day, released and retching

Those catalectic rhythms; to know content

At hooves of milkcart horses, rubber-clad,

Clapping a cheerful tune of nourishment.