Not the politician in his coterie Surmounting an elaborate chair--- A simple, elegant glass Choked in his unconscious fist, 5 Nor revolutionary lunatic Standing tip-toe on the quay To out-face the beating sea (And has not the courage To stand half at ease) 10 Has a fanatic eye Or golden stomach enough To sweat out the divine Night after night, or lick From all this tragic human stuff 15 Some shrinking taste Of the glittering sublime.
From the collection "Unimagined Things"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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