14 Mar
Emily pondered death, the by and by
and schooled us with a bumbling fly

more than a century ago
Walt wrote Leaves still able to strip off the lies
the culture-blindness from contemporary eyes

Allen let it all dangle out, jazzing it up
with his howling staccato beating cup

Carl's blast of The People, Yes
gives the feeling of significance

the crooked hands of Alfred's bird
show the heights to clasp a word

the polluted creek of Kenneth's Har
cites both the academic with industrial

Wallace's compass of that sea
just like the key I use for me

parliaments and parties
are just play things before these

the razor edge of the pen
can crop them to the knees

like Percy's shattered visage then
in heaps of sandy seas

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