Art by Norman E. Masters
Who is singing the poem ? The shoprats relishing the touch of sunlight, the carpenters cursing their hammers and nails, the dishwashers stealing a cigarette or two. What is the poem saying ? It's inviting us to the feast of mankind, it's calling us to the banquet of all souls, it's making music of our passionate fury. Where is the poem now ? In the light of dawn awaiting the lovers, in the glaze of frost adorning the grass, in the open roads leading to the future. And where is the poem going ? It's going to scatter its seed from pillar to post it's going to fill the air with the sparkle of life, it's going to fill the streets with sayings of truth.