I wrote this thing for the PSA.
Samuel Beckett reads two poems from Watt
George Shiras III, Albino Deer on Grand Island, Michigan, 1930
McDermott & McGough, What You Mean to Me
Whose thoughts are these we clothe
By cadence of,
In the pageantry of nature’s wood?
A child who steps into the air
Braids the congress of its kiss, sucking
Lace upon the lily-locks
Unfurls By what force? Father:
If we weep for fortune, must we also
Take her eyes? The heart peels back
Its crimson soil, a wreath
In which time, unleaving, did
Row back, backward its small current.
from Boston Review