The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling.
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

-W.Shakespeare

Thursday 24 September 2015

Constellation

A dream of amusement
in the terrace on top of the world.
Behold the giant ape King
climbing lady Liberty
riding a windmill of emotion
to the height of constellation.

A dream of amusement
in the Big Dipper round her finger.
Celestials as beautiful statues
with preference for frozen star light,
Heaven brought down to Earth
lo’ the mad man’s moon tonight.