1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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