Sunday, July 19, 2009

On how, what would have been the greatest of poems became confounded by my most elementary style of humor


Upon which
Dewy leaf of new spring grass
Regarded jade in a pool of golden light
The marbled beetle chose next
His majestic brown existence
To grace with stern regard
for the importance of heaven and earth to wonder
was anybody's guess...

...But anybody was wrong.
The answer was "The Great Gatsby"
(And should rightwise have been posed in the form of a question)

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