That grandiose colossus who <br />Stood astride <br />The envious assaults of sea <br />(Essaying, wave by wave, <br />Tide by tide, <br />To undo him, perpetually), <br />Has nothing on you, <br />O my love, <br />O my great idiot, who <br />With one foot <br />Caught (as it were) in the muck-trap <br />Of skin and bone, <br />Dithers with the other way out <br />In preposterous provinces of the madcap <br />Cloud-cuckoo, <br />Agawp at the impeccable moon.<br /><br />Sylvia Plath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/letter-to-a-purist/
