THE
DRUG OF CHOICE
for lots of the smartest
people i know
mystery stories
i see why
i too can lose
myself
in
fictions
in
histories
in
philosophies
but in poetry
i only find
myself
every time
TWO
STOLEN THEMES *
I
think I will learn some beautiful language useless for commercial
purposes
Youth
dies every day
I
think I will learn some beautiful language that nobody understand
Youth
dies every way
I
think I will speak it with the stone lions crouching in front
of the library
Youth
dies every where
I
think the stone lions are the only ones who understand me
Youth
dies
* from
Eliot Katz and Edna St. Vincent
Millay