Round

"Wondrous life!" cried Marvell at Appleton House.

Renan admired Jesus Christ "wholeheartedly."

But here dried ferns keep falling to the floor,

And something inside my head

Flaps like a worn-out blind.  Royal Cortssoz is dead.

A blow to the  Herald-Tribune.  A closet mouse

Rattles the wrapper on the breakfast food.  Renan

Admired Jesus Christ "wholeheartedly."

Flaps like a worn-out blind.  Cezanne

Would break out in the quiet streets of Aix

And shout, "Le monde, c'est terrible!"  Royal

Cortissoz is dead.  And something inside my head

Flaps like a worn-out blind.  The soil

In which the ferns are dying needs more Vigoro.

There is no twilight on the moon, no mist or rain,

No hail or snow, no life.  Here in this house

Dried ferns keep falling to the floor, a mouse

Rattles the wrapper on the breakfast food.  Cezanne

Would break out in the quiet streets and scream.  Renan

Admired Jesus Christ "wholeheartedly."  And something inside my head

Flaps like a worn-out blind.  Royal Cortissoz is dead.

There is no twilight on the moon, no hail or snow.

One notes fresh desecrations on the portico.

"Wondrous life!" cried Marvell at Appleton House.