Two from Don Marquis

Two gems from Don Marquis to start the day:;

The poet blots the end the jester wrote:
For now I drop the dull quip's forced pretence,
Forego the perch'd fool's eminence--
Thy tresses I have sung, that fall and float
Across the lyric wonder of thy throat
In dangerous tides of turbulence
Wherein a man might drown him, soul and sense
Is not their beauty worth one honest note?

And thee thyself, what shall I say of thee?--
Are thy snares strong and will thy bonds endure?
Thou hast the sense, hast though the soul of me?
In subtle webs and silken arts obscure
Thou hast the sense of me, but canst thou bind
The scornful pinions of my laughing mind?
--Don Marquis, from Sonnets to a Red-Haired Lady


Protest of a Young Intellectual

God never plucks me by the sleeve
   And begs for my advice,
And since he doesn't all His works
   Leaves me cold as ice

The dust of all the vulgar moons
   And planets overhead
Is just the same inferior dirt
   I daily spurn and tread.

Considering the soul I have,
    I think it quite unfair
That all the air I get to breathe
   Is ordinary air!

Considering the thought I think
   And state with every breath
It's odd my view have not been asked
   Concerning life and death.

Considering my brains, 'tis strange--
   (If it is nothing worse!)
That God has not consulted me
   About the universe.

Since God does naught but frown at me,
   I shall do more than frown!
I'll start a Pale Brown Magazine
    And shake the Cosmos down!
-- from Don Marquis, Love Sonnets of a Cave Man (1928)

Bringing it up to date::

I'll start dot com Blog
   And shake the Cosmos down!

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