Bravo

1 Bravo for their workless piece, Men with fastened coats can burnish Poets of the early earth; whisper lyrics on their breath, And the child that has had no birth, smells odour from his working nose 2 Roam the worlds; the worlds of my mind, On earth's cold ground, I am as blind as he, The birds sang songs when children were children, Four candid souls, for a candid solution The boundaries of a single circle; life or death stings its mark upon her breast 3 Life has evaded; and I'm alone like the other, But not like a tree; I have no wish to wish upon death Though it will surely come; The birds will fly when dark clouds fall, And to heaven they shall take me, Overlapping, like the berries on a branch, The cygnet floats, like big black boats And men with fastened coats, Whose poems should they keep away? Poems for the poor - behind many in the lunch line.