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Saturday, February 14, 2004
Maggotula Rose
Well, here's the poem that "Would I were a maggot, sucking most sweet divine" came from.
maggotula rose
would i were a maggot
where could i be so dry
sucking sweet divine.
would i were a maggot
turning hereto to a fly
with wings of gild of gold of age
being most sucking sweet divine.
perfunctory—that sad sigh
most enduring, livid creature
wherefore do you ride?
wherefore i think i knew
but lost as innocence hast cocooned
alas a hush—alas a mush—
onward horse thou must.
neigh and weary
quite blearied
quaint and dreary
perfunctory—that sad sigh.
still i ask day and out—
wherefore dost thou ride?
upon a steed
most astute aseiged
from whence we grace—and whence we race
the horse of no face
and hereupon—graced and songed
perfunctory dost ride.
would i might—
would i say—
wherefore dost thou ride tonight?
would i were a maggot—
sick and vile.
most wonted—most futile.
would i were a maggot
there must i say
the rawness would feign.
and there i would be
sucking sweet divine.
changing into
a fly.
where here i am
and here i be—
human being,
when in my heart
the strokes the art
i feel i am i feel i see
all i ever
will be.
would i were a maggot—
whence i already am.
so sad melancholy feast
till full be the beast
whereto my heart—
whereto beats.
so sad melancholy feast
whereto decay
till full be the beast.
whereto my heart—
whereto beats.
so sad melancholy feast
where here i am
and here i be—
human being,
when in my heart
the strokes the art
i feel i am i feel i see
all i ever
will be.
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