"Wondrous life!" cried Marvell at Appleton House. <br />Renan admired Jesus Christ "wholeheartedly." <br />But here dried ferns keep falling to the floor, <br />And something inside my head <br />Flaps like a worn-out blind. Royal Cortssoz is dead. <br />A blow to the Herald-Tribune. A closet mouse <br />Rattles the wrapper on the breakfast food. Renan <br />Admired Jesus Christ "wholeheartedly." <br /> <br />Flaps like a worn-out blind. Cezanne <br />Would break out in the quiet streets of Aix <br />And shout, "Le monde, c'est terrible!" Royal <br />Cortissoz is dead. And something inside my head <br />Flaps like a worn-out blind. The soil <br />In which the ferns are dying needs more Vigoro. <br />There is no twilight on the moon, no mist or rain, <br />No hail or snow, no life. Here in this house <br /> <br />Dried ferns keep falling to the floor, a mouse <br />Rattles the wrapper on the breakfast food. Cezanne <br />Would break out in the quiet streets and scream. Renan <br />Admired Jesus Christ "wholeheartedly." And something inside my head <br />Flaps like a worn-out blind. Royal Cortissoz is dead. <br />There is no twilight on the moon, no hail or snow. <br />One notes fresh desecrations on the portico. <br />"Wondrous life!" cried Marvell at Appleton House.<br /><br />Weldon Kees<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/round/
