Dovina13 Jan 2007

Alright:

Fanatic (a poem about Stephen Robins)

Walled in a city of visions, (London)
he believed in beauty and order. (of dubious leanings)

Bogged in a gray slough of facts, (about abominable acts)
his tongue had learned to mock,
his lips to sneer.

Prepared with opium hopes, (well, you get the gist)
he came greenly on life,

to receive flowers of tenderness
and gentleness he had little known.