Volcanic Balance
Cleanliness is what we need in the art,
In music, and in poetry. The heats
Of passion and the pulsing of the heart
And other organs, lungs, are best when beats
Become subdued by breezy parts of mind,
The temperate regions. Coolness enters in
The shape of rationality. We find
Perfection when we let the heart begin,
Then let the brain give rigor to the shapes
The heart desires to sculpt. It cannot be
Just sweeping strings alone. Art is not rapes
And murders only. Some serenity
It is necessary for emotion’s halls.
The uncontrolled spillage of guts appalls.