Spring Song
December, 1972
My lovely left-handed loverWill be riding down from GenevaOn the afternoon Catalan bound for Barcelona.I'll catch her all honeygold at NîmesAnd embrace her on behalf of the city council,On behalf of Apollinaire, on behalf of Lou.Ah, Lou, Lou, she is somewhat like you.My lovely slowcoach, come, I'll teach you.The Geneva train is faster than a river.I am no laborious and insipid drone,But an Irish poet, and thus perfectible.Together we will submitTo the mesmerism of objectsPainted or hewn--and wit...
