Friday, June 29, 2012

Sage (after Emily Dickinson)


Philosopher, much smarter than I
Crippled by life -
Paused by my side
Cried me a lonely tune -
A careless snatch – a ballad -
Meant, I'm sure, to be sweet -
Yet to my irritated Ear
No remedy did it greet -
It was as if a Boxer
Stepping to the ring
Prodded and pummeled and poked
Then padded on his way -
It was a pneumatic drill
Idling by the road -
Jack-hammering my head
Without the knowing why!
He will come again -
Perhaps depressed, perhaps bored -
Ah Sophos, by my side
I pray you pause no more.