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AS ONE WHO GUARDS OVER
THE BRILLIANT CAPITOL
I LOVE the walk I love the dance the trot
The town in the fog the talk the word
That hangs large above a street. I love
This scored film of mud my boot stirs.
Look this is is my mind and I may give it only
In a lyrical form. I am leaving. Walking away backward
And will telephone you once twice perhaps 3 times.
The indefinite city: “I know only I love my true love!”
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Gome you don’t know how reasonably I enjoyed
The evening the party pursuing its one state of mind
Conversation.
Today I broached 4 great ventures
Myself director in chief of each.
The campaign will be formidable
The grey gentlemen will listen and slit their purses
The beautiful posters will sing throughout the land
I shall have two telephones always ringing
From behind a tree the tender country lout
Spies the 12 cylinder automobile buttoned
Shiny. The lady mounting at once and driven
Softly softly to the Great White Way
/ had no fear. But you don’t know how brusquely
Interrupting all I rushed uptown to hear
This lady resume. And as the hour grew later
I grew greater and greater!
.
She is the last woman with the Grand Manner stop
In America. Stop—The manner must not stop
I replied. She leaned now a little wearily
Pointing at the frail albino idiot
—Madam I beg you instantly to reclaim
Those monstrous favors to this easy man.
Bestow them on his friend who merits more
Yet asking nothing starves, pines, coughs, sighs,
shivers!—