O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors. The north is thinethere hast thou built thy dark Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.
Underall theroofs ofthis distracted City isthenodus of a drama, not untragical, crowding towards solution.
Now we lament one Who danced on a plume of words, Sang with a fountain's panache, Dazzled like slate roofs in sun After rain, was flighty as birds And alone as a mountain ash. The ribald, inspired urchin Leaning over the lip Of his world, as over a rock pool Or a lucky dip, Found everything brilliant and virgin.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
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