(No. 46)May Day
The poet seats me at her feet upon her humble floor
And lectures me a time or two yet finds a note to praise—
Does she tease me as she calls me wise to take the door?
The world daunting tolerates—grows thorns—my hope—their haze—
She says for warmth—the Wu Li Masters—the philosophers for bees—
For knowledge of the Crime God sees—a begging—
The answer is immured in walls—a beast too strong for leash—
I go with skinny limbs—I find the world fat—
Knowledge serves sometimes to do—sometimes for wrecking—
I step my steps as sing the birds among the trees—sit to take repast—
My moan is heard by tender Ear—I know not how I choose—
How charming—answers distant Voice—thy step-path do not lose—
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