PSYCHOLOPHON
by: Gelett Burgess (1866-1951)
Supposed to be Translated
from the Old Parsee
- WINE
then the rays
- Round her soft Theban tissues!
- All will be as She says,
- When that dead past reissues.
- Matters not what nor where,
- Hark, to the moon's dim cluster!
- How was her heavy hair
- Lithe as a feather duster!
- Matters not when nor whence;
- Flittertigibbet!
- Sounds make the song, not sense,
- Thus I inhibit!
"Psycholophon" is reprinted
from A Nonsense Anthology. Ed. Carolyn Wells. New York:
Charles Scribner's Sons, 1915. |
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