VERDI AND POSTMODERNISM
She walks in beauty like the swans
that on a summer day do swarm
& crawls as deftly as a spoon
& spills & sprawls & booms.
These moments make a monument
then fall upon a broken calm
they fly into more quenchless rages
than Louis Quatorze or Napoleon.
If I could make one wish I might
overturn a state, destroy a kite
but with no wishes still I gripe
complaints a Godly-given right.