Lucy Maud Montgomery (Люси Мод Монтгомери)

I Feel (Verse Libre)

I feel
Very much
Like taking
Its unholy perpetrators
By the hair
Of their heads
(If they have any hair)
And dragging them around
A few times,
And then cutting them
Into small, irregular pieces
And burying them
In the depths of the blue sea.
They are without form
And void,/ Or at least
The stuff they/ produce
Is./ They are too lazy
To hunt up rhymes;
And that
Is all
That is the matter with them.

1. In the Days of the Golden Rod
2. While the Fates Sleep
3. Midnight in Camp
4. The Voyagers
5. At the Long Sault

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