  And if I say that pain is but A circus barker whose loud cries Seek to reward a trivial show, Will you confess that I am wise? “Must it be emotional?” you asked, After I had thrown Words into a carnival-scope. Sobriety and merriment Borrowed the sixteenth century Within your voice, and sought The identity of sternness— Mental sternness pretending to ignore The confetti thrown by emotion In a carnival unique. Emotions can be prancing curves Fashioned by relaxing thoughts. Should I kiss you, Questioner, The delicate anti-climax Of a mental caper Might perish on crimson vapor! Tired of frenzies and satiations Emotions often wander to poets And ask for more fantastic decisions For fire that glows but does not burn. |
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