187: Them Lady Poets must not marry, pal...
Updated: Apr 4, 2019
Them lady poets must not marry, pal.
Miss Dickinson--fancy in Amherst bedding her.
Fancy a lark with Sappho,
a tumble in the bushes with Miss Moore,
a spoon with Emily, while Charlotte glare.
Miss Bishop's too noble-O.
--from The Dream Songs 187
Emily said no thanks pal, you got some balls
Growth of Man--like Growth of Nature--Gravitates within
Sappho returned your chirp: but I am not someone who
likes to wound rather I have a quiet mind
And Miss Moore, Miss Moore consulted with Mr. Lowell
and he replied John Who? Everyone is self-deceived--
Don't fret about the noble-O my dear,
The whole shadow of Man is only as big as his hat.
Elizabeth can be savage as well.