This To Few

This To Few

This is all that to spend

Wish I would, wish I could,

This is more just to bend,

More than awful or good,

More than awesome, or Bud,

Or of Petal excel –

World of thousand studs,

Now Story your tell!..

Tell, how deeply profound

Your super face is,

Trample all to the Ground

In order to please,

Sing your Vesper and mourn

All these Mornings and Stars:

I admire your Moan,

I desire your Lust!..

Admiration, desiringly

Sets on its Sails:

Who is Admiral, darling? –

You’ll ask up the Stairs.

And the Sailors in Silence

Will point here at you:

What a scorching Appliance

That’s given to Few!..