December and the Roman Boy

[mfwilkie]

December and the Roman Boy
for Sherry Thrasher

Damn you, Walt, for leading me out for a walk
when the plan was sleep, when a gentile woman
shouldn't be walking the streets without stars and
an umbrella to ward off the season's unreasonable mist.
With Stevens dogging our heels, no less.

The man at the bottom of the hill is swinging
his lunch box; and my ears, without their muzzle
of Spanish, are as free as my eyes—scoping sounds
and sights to be missed. There will be no lifting
of soul tonight, old man; the energy of the train
has all my attention.

Sleep, Cicero, sleep. Sleep in the folds of your philosophy
and leave the meaning of this poem to me.

[Sherry Thrasher]

Just when I was effectively shaking off the throes of my own philosophy nightmare. You speak of Cicero, Whitman, and Wallace Stevens in the same charming poem. Should S1L4 read "ward off" the season's? Wonderful title.

Damn it, Magpie. Now, I must reply poetically which will make me consider philosophy and I have all but sworn it off. Thanks so much for the dedication. Can't wait to see you and show you what is cool about Raleigh.

[mfwilkie]

Yeah, it should be; thanks for catching it.

Well, you know, I had to put Cicero to rest someplace, Sher-bear!

Have a great day, Philosopher-ette!

Magpie

[Sherry Thrasher]

My classmates are bitching because my teacher won't curve the class. Amazing because it had such a huge curve to begin with. Philosophy can make for interesting conversation, although I certainly need a respite. I've decided to push through four semesters of French over the summer to guarantee a December graduation. C'est la vie! Or something along those lines. I know, I am insane.

Thanks again, Maggie.

Sherry

[mfwilkie]

Non, ma ami, juste une fille sur une mission de faire faire les choses!