Oh, where is your inflammatory writ? Your text that would incite a light, "Be lit"? Our music deserving devotion unswerving Cry "Do I deserve her?" with unflagging fervor (Well, no we do not, if we cannot get over it)
But what's it mean When suddenly we're spent? Tell me true! Ambition came and reared its head, and went Far from you! Even mollusks have weddings Though solemn and leaden But you dirge for the dead And take no jam on your bread Just a supper of salt and a waltz Through your empty bed
And all at once it came to me And I wrote him hunched 'till four-thirty But that vestal light It burns out with the night In spite of all the time that we spend on it On one bedraggled ghost of a sonnet! While outside, the wild boars root Without bending a bough underfoot Or it breaks my heart, I don't know how they doing So don't ask me! And as for my inflammatory writ? Well, I wrote it and I was not inflamed one bit Advice from the master derailed that disaster He said "Hand that pen over to me, poetaster!" While across the great plains Keening lovely & awful Ululate the lost Great American Novels An unlawful lot, left to stutter and freeze, floodlit (But at least they didn't run To their undying credit.)
[00:00.300] [00:04.924]Oh, where is your inflammatory writ? [00:13.597]Your text that would incite a light, "Be lit"? [00:22.113]Our music deserving devotion unswerving [00:26.527]Cry "Do I deserve her?" with unflagging fervor [00:30.733](Well, no we do not, if we cannot get over it) [00:36.010] [00:39.197]But what's it mean [00:41.313]When suddenly we're spent? [00:44.682]Tell me true! [00:47.974]Ambition came and reared its head, and went [00:53.460]Far from you! [00:56.228]Even mollusks have weddings [00:58.710]Though solemn and leaden [01:00.669]But you dirge for the dead [01:02.628]And take no jam on your bread [01:04.875]Just a supper of salt and a waltz [01:07.957]Through your empty bed [01:10.204] [01:13.678]And all at once it came to me [01:17.988]And I wrote him hunched 'till four-thirty [01:22.873]But that vestal light [01:26.844]It burns out with the night [01:30.971]In spite of all the time that we spend on it [01:35.282]On one bedraggled ghost of a sonnet! [01:39.461]While outside, the wild boars root [01:44.111]Without bending a bough underfoot [01:47.690]Or it breaks my heart, I don't know how they doing [01:52.575]So don't ask me! [01:54.586]And as for my inflammatory writ? [02:02.710]Well, I wrote it and I was not inflamed one bit [02:11.801]Advice from the master derailed that disaster [02:15.980]He said "Hand that pen over to me, poetaster!" [02:20.369]While across the great plains [02:22.197]Keening lovely & awful [02:24.496]Ululate the lost Great American Novels [02:28.937]An unlawful lot, left to stutter and freeze, floodlit [02:36.983](But at least they didn't run [02:39.229]To their undying credit.) [02:42.442]
