Sopranos

Sopranos

If I disposed of every disc -

Sopranos dropping down

Instead of going up to end a song -

Or even worse,

To slide instead of leap -

There'd be no sopranos singing

In my repertoire -

Sutherland and Callas, yes -

And most before good sound -

 

Shakespeare

Shakespeare was assisted

By the nature of his times.

Other poets fall beside

The mountain genius climbs.

Other poets since him

Were as perfect and as kind.

Keats was lush and beautiful.

Millay was more refined.

For a month I had a lover

Happily named Stimac.

Artists since the Fauves have less

A talent than a gimmick.

A Last Prayer

With no sense of right or wrong,

They laugh and love and play.

They know how to make a friend,

And how to make it pay.

Today one must be very strong,

Or else just get away.

Can this be how the world will end?
And everybody pray.

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