or fall into the talk abroad
that corrupts the few poetic souls
who still sing in macbeth’s blood
or uncleave our township & turn toward
his broad blessings circled by mirth
this is allowed in god’s bready decoy
or hide the sea’s black-hair with no decoy
those who ask with a polite smile pass
pass this agony shell the nobleman’s security
or would noblemen decay ur-net-shops
over art-shops or habit-shops or per
animal-shops it is not to say for angels
or allow it to come by day these even angels
caught not under force this brother cool roots
such answerable litheness of a bitten minute-body
so at each erring my herein spaces out
the no-makeup joint rapt by vague angels
sort themselves for extermination up and in especially
sanguine of
Source:
- Rossetti, Dante Gabriel. “The Germ: Thoughts towards Nature in Poetry, Literature and Art.” Project Gutenberg. 1850. Web. 22 July 2016.