Blackbirds shone out her ears <br />And she shook rosy apples <br />From her hair. <br /> <br />Cross-legged she sat <br />Reading Sartre <br />Aloud <br />To a crowd of six year old <br />Bewildered, blue-eyed boys. <br /> <br />Existential nihilism <br />is nonsense, she said, <br />and anyway, <br />the old man was cock eyed.<br /><br />Rimbaud Dee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sartre-s-eyes/
