Select your sorrows if you can,

Edit your ironies, even grieve with guile.

Adjust to a world divided

Which demands your candid senses stoop to labyrinthine wiles

What natural alchemy lends

To the scrubby grocery boy with dirty hair

The lustre of Apollo, or Golden Hyacinths fabled stare.

If you must cross the April park, be brisk:

Avoid the cadence of the evening, eyes from afar

Lest you be held as a security risk

Solicit only the evening star.

Your desperate nerves fuse laughter with disaster

And higgledy piggledy giggle once begun

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