The Romans got their circling powers From a corps of Hellenic mathematicians. Rome--the container-skull, the fountainhead-- Lookout holes calling itself Reason. Against her Spain--Maya uprisings--against that grip-- People with terra cotta plus bluegrass flesh-- Flights, transhumance y more or less dispoblado. Two conch-shaped continents boisterously Romesqued. The merry die young. The sad, guarded And anxious live long lives. The really grim Are immortal. Continue the anti-anti-census. Capitulate to no Romes. Heliodemography is the study of the population Of the sun. Mrs. Smith lives there with the Mister. Through an art-of-the-state telescope Iris observes Cantilevered Yiddish’s stern stars.
The Man Who Never Heard of Frank Sinatra
The man who had never heard of Frank Sinatra: he lived A perfectly ordinary life in America. Born in 1915, He followed all the fads, read the newspapers, listened To Television, knew who Dean Martin and Sammy whathisname Were (Sinatra's friends), but somehow, by a one in a Zillion fluke, whenever Sinatra came up, he was out of the room. Or his attention was diverted by something else, and (You will say this is impossible, that it cannot be), never Heard him sing, like a man in my generation who somehow Missed the Beatles though he had heard everything else. Once, just as he was about to hear the name Frank Sinatra A plane flew overhead—he was fifty-five years old—his hearing A little more impaired. He had heard of Humphrey Bogart, Of Elizabeth Taylor, of Walter Cronkite, and of perhaps a hundred Forty thousand other celebrities names by the time he died, And yet he had never heard of Frank Sinatra. The Greeks had That famous saying, "The luckiest man is he who was never born." Which is kind of gloomy, but I think they were wrong. The luckiest man is he who never heard of Frank Sinatra.