…Plural Perfect Planets
The ancient poets are like planets far
Away in distant heaven, but for some
These poets loom so near they almost jar
Against our sentiments. These poets come
Up over us like moons, they are so near
In what they have to say. Our world is awed
With lunar several satellites. They rear
Up over our horizons like a god
With several faces. Homer and the rest,
Like Orpheus and Sappho, send their stares
At later poets, calling for the best
Of words and music, wanting perfect heirs.
No Prince of Wales or Dauphin can uphold
Such codes, no matter how these planets scold.