Intention To Escape From Him

I think I will learn some beautiful language, useless for commercial Purposes, work hard at that. I think I will learn the Latin name of every songbird, not only in America but wherever they sing. (Shun meditation, though; invite the controversial: Is the world flat? Do bats eat cats?) By digging hard I might deflect that river, my mind, that uncontrollable thing, Turgid and yellow, srong to overflow its banks in spring, carrying away bridges A bed of pebbles now, through which there trickles one clear narrow stream, following a course henceforth nefast— Dig, dig; and if I come to ledges, blast.