Calculation After Calculation

Calculation after calculation The Hammers On The Brain Ticking Ticking The Poet Seer taking to The Port of Mathematics Linked together as in Chemical bonds Verses and figures Verses and symbols The chants were then A whole mathematical plan The Poet Seer was foisting. You see You see my Monsignor How Symbols fire Even in the even cemetery Light That at first burnt low But now flames out and High In the wild burning desires Here Here You see You see my Monsignor You see. The barefoot monks are Chanting psalms In the tormenting marble cold Of the night cloisters The night pity takes But not more. Then midnight deepens with His subject clouds The monks to the respective Cells Hasten their casement close Yet Within just a few hours To open the casements yet again On the new Dawn * The Poet Seer Ah! the old cunning Poet Seer Like wine he bettered more And more As his hair grayed Then whitened Then his back arched and Bent A little From the studious days Since childhood uninterrupted The Poet Seer As with a magic wand His tongue and brain As Prospero and Merlin From scene to scene He takes us at his Will In ever-increasing beauty. And Then We utter ‘O’ As the night curtains fall And with another swing As yet of wand Ushers he The new Dawn.