VrijMibo with the Stars
if the Lovestar grows most big
a voice comes out of some dreaming tree
(and how i'll stand more still than still)
and what he'll sing and sing to me
and while this dream is climbing sky
(until his voice is more than bird)
and when no am was ever as i
then that Star goes under the earth
Prettig weekend. En be nice.
VrijMiBo met cum
the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls
are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds
(also, with the church's protestant blessings
daughters, unscented shapeless spirited)
they believe in Christ and Longfellow, both dead,
are invariably interested in so many things—
at the present writing one still finds
delighted fingers knitting for the is it Poles?
perhaps. While permanent faces coyly bandy
scandal of Mrs. N and Professor D
.... the Cambridge ladies do not care, above
Cambridge if sometimes in its box of
sky lavender and cornerless, the
moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy
Prettig weekend. En be nice. En take care.