To A Vary Special Slope
You are such a radiant gradient
a smooth one, not a hilly one
Your red-rimmed sign says you’re one in nine,
but to me you’re one in a million
Elegance does not consist in putting on a new dress.
He who feared that he would not succeed sat still.
Animistic savages prostrating themselves before a painted stone have always seemed to me to be nearer the truth than any…