Four Corners
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The Earth was said to have four corners when
The Bible first appeared in Jewish minds.
My mind has just four corners. Its amen
Is melancholy, but I pull the blinds.
Another corner’s full of gossip from
The past, not just my own. The scuttlebutt
Of ancients smells good too. I lick a crumb
From Rome about who had a luscious slut.
The nineteenth century gave us Byron who
Loved everyone who had a butt like Paul
Verlaine. Another corner holds a stew
Of brainy stuff, but that’s all in a scrawl.
The fourth is poetry and high-flown lit
….Which tastes to me like toothsome Holy Writ.