Aug 212011
 
  
To say despair, despair, despair
Tearing our hair, our hair, our hair

Has such a circular air!
The eye contracted with weeping

Sees only its own bleakening,
Whatever the fun, the pleasure

Available in an alternate measure
Where the gyroscopic beat sways heart, sways

Feet that had never felt
Another shoe than despair,

Its black and blare and shuffled stomp.
O heart up-swayed and ladled--

Show shoe, grow hair, to tap, to there,
With such a circular air!

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