It’s easy to be disappointed by the life of the mind.

Too much thought can make the body absolutely blind.

But come with me, and I’ll show you how

Imagination can make me love you now

Who hated you before,

And you will dazzle, even though, in truth, you are a big fat bore.

I will be in love and it will not be an act;

It will be the mind presenting syllabification and tact;

It will be poetry refusing to be separate from poetry’s fact;

It will be cunning pressing against your breast,

And weeping. For mind together with emotion is the best.





  1. Andrew said,

    December 3, 2015 at 1:20 am

    It IS easy to be disappointed… but syllabificating (not tactlessly of course) takes some of the sense of inevitable let-down out of the intolerable ordeal of this most unpoetic life on unpoetic earth.

    • thomasbrady said,

      December 3, 2015 at 2:25 am

      Perhaps that’s what poetry is: tactful syllabification.

      Or something.

  2. Andrew said,

    December 3, 2015 at 1:26 pm

    Agreed. And it is thus that we are called to make our earthly existence poetic – as Scarriet does so valiantly.

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