In the thin classroom, where your face <br />was noble and your words were all things, <br />I find this boily creature in your place; <br /> <br />find you disarranged, squatting on the window sill, <br />irrefutably placed up there, <br />like a hunk of some big frog <br />watching us through the V <br />of your woolen legs. <br /> <br />Even so, I must admire your skill. <br />You are so gracefully insane. <br />We fidget in our plain chairs <br />and pretend to catalogue <br />our facts for your burly sorcery <br /> <br />or ignore your fat blind eyes <br />or the prince you ate yesterday <br />who was wise, wise, wise.<br /><br />Anne Sexton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/elegy-in-the-classroom/
