YOU THINK TOO POETICALLY, HE SAID
SHAKING HIS HEAD, COFFEE COLD, UNTOUCHED;
REAL LIFE HAS NOT SUCH BOLD OLYMPIC SHAPE.
Desolate Across The Table’s Wide Abyss,
Averted Eyes Could Not Yet Retrieve
The Goddess, The Answer Of The Muse.
the poet must define man’s epic contours
though they seem pale platonic shadows
dim icons cast on cavernous dreary days