Admonition for the Door
Evangelist, con-artist, demagogue,
Whose siege of leafleting I’ve met before,
Pause, and consider well: Beware the dog.
Nor disbelieve this sign, nor test my door.
Nauplia
How Hera, Olympian divinity,
Restored, in a bath, her virginity
Is a fable whose spring
Shall profitably bring
Many nuns to frequent that vicinity.
A Song of Experience
O western wind, when wilt thou blow,
And the small rain more than feign?
Christ! That my girl might keep her own flat
And my checkbook balance, again.
Sotto Voce: Apologies to Campion
When to our bed Corinna brings
Mackerel, crackers and such-like things,
Her sighs, more than her presence, prove
How patience is the breath of love
And if, next morning, passion come,
She’ll woo, with patience, bone and crumb.