Are a fly, drowning in a cocktail!


Two Commentaries

I. TO AN ACTOR

You are a gilded card-case
Which I took for a purse.
Your spirit's coin was squandered long ago,
And in its place
Are white cards, all alike,
Bearing a word,
A name,
Connoting nothing.

2. PHILOSOPHER TO ARTIST

You are a raisin, but I am a nut!
What meat there is to you
Can be seen at a glance--
(Seeds, when they exist, are bitter)
My calm, round glossiness,
(For I am sound and free
From wormy restlessness of spirit)
Defies your casual inspection.

It takes sharp teeth
And some determination
To taste my kernel!