“We’ve Been to the Mountain”
We’ve been to the mountain; we’ve seen the other side.Elephants, no matter how little time apart,Greet loudly one another, trumpeters in the lordly artsOf proper nouns, like Persians in their Naw-Rúz prideAnd passion in the ancient annual Spring-tide’sBoasts amongst the pronouns, the years’ arrests in arrears,With all the false and withered premises, weirdAnd natural bond together, yes! The ides of zodiacs abideWith such amazing grace, their verbs will overrideThe wholes of months that each, their seasons callTo order, seize opportunities where none exist at all.Who is’t gazes into mirrors on these walls? “’Tis I”Say all! Who then answers whom as they leave these roomsAnd who beys at whom as they stand before their moons?