TO A FRIEND
Your head is steel cut into drooping linesThat make a mask satirically meek:Your face is like a tired devil weakFrom drinking many vague and unsought wines.The sullen skepticism of your eyesFor ever trying to transcend itself,Is often entered by a wistful elfWho sits naïvely unperturbed and wise.And this same remnant, with its youthful wilesHeld curiously apart from blasphemies,Twirls starlight shivers out upon your sneersAnd changes them to little, startled smiles.And all your insolence drops to its kneesBefore the half-won grandeur of past years.
Your head is steel cut into drooping linesThat make a mask satirically meek:Your face is like a tired devil weakFrom drinking many vague and unsought wines.The sullen skepticism of your eyesFor ever trying to transcend itself,Is often entered by a wistful elfWho sits naïvely unperturbed and wise.And this same remnant, with its youthful wilesHeld curiously apart from blasphemies,Twirls starlight shivers out upon your sneersAnd changes them to little, startled smiles.And all your insolence drops to its kneesBefore the half-won grandeur of past years.
Your head is steel cut into drooping linesThat make a mask satirically meek:Your face is like a tired devil weakFrom drinking many vague and unsought wines.The sullen skepticism of your eyesFor ever trying to transcend itself,Is often entered by a wistful elfWho sits naïvely unperturbed and wise.
Your head is steel cut into drooping lines
That make a mask satirically meek:
Your face is like a tired devil weak
From drinking many vague and unsought wines.
The sullen skepticism of your eyes
For ever trying to transcend itself,
Is often entered by a wistful elf
Who sits naïvely unperturbed and wise.
And this same remnant, with its youthful wilesHeld curiously apart from blasphemies,Twirls starlight shivers out upon your sneersAnd changes them to little, startled smiles.And all your insolence drops to its kneesBefore the half-won grandeur of past years.
And this same remnant, with its youthful wiles
Held curiously apart from blasphemies,
Twirls starlight shivers out upon your sneers
And changes them to little, startled smiles.
And all your insolence drops to its knees
Before the half-won grandeur of past years.