What Kind of Place is Fit for Men?
…………“L’allée est sans fin” ~ Paul Verlaine
What kind of place is fit for hommes who want
To make a London nest together, one
Where poetry is brooded, a romaunt
Perhaps, or maybe some phenomenon
Of love unheard of till they break fresh ground
Of ache, and joy, and verse. Behold, a new
Creation soaked in alcohol is found
Inside their room which, smelling like a zoo,
Will linger as a palace made of sweat
And agony and ugliness—and sweets
Which no one else has tasted, a place set
In infamy and history that Keats
Could never have experienced. Their thighs
And tongues sought everything that stupefies.
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