to the great
cavity's bottom—to pluck forth the coldest
cavity's bottom—to pluck forth the coldest
and ruddiest fish,
the gift of whose girth my current
situation can afford,
the gift of whose girth my current
situation can afford,
I unexpectedly
touch the tip of my cold modern nose
to old
H.D. Thoreau's—
to be so focused by bright lust,
to old
H.D. Thoreau's—
to be so focused by bright lust,
so clear and of a piece
in this over-
in this over-
crowded store—and yet, so incomparably
vast, nameless, far
away, non-
abiding—I become thus
the madcap American God:
superior, dashing
heedless, outside time
and on
away, non-
abiding—I become thus
the madcap American God:
superior, dashing
heedless, outside time
and on
the loose
here—in Emerson's private woods.
here—in Emerson's private woods.