Michael Curtis of AEGEA
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He wants to have the purest, clearest tongue,
The crystal tongue that earliest of throats
Employed. He wants to sing with voice so young
That only sail-like vowels will move in boats
On springs arising out of moveless rocks
In words of song. He wants to draw a line
More potent, finer, graceful than the locks
In lyre-composing god Apollo’s shrine,
Than Golden Section and the Parthenon.
His poetry requires the strictest white
As painted with a white lead truth and on
An ogee holding strength and never slight.
..But gypsum plaster forms, hard and brittle,
….Are like his vision, both long and little.