On Poetry Am I Drunk

On poetry am I drunk as with the bee that flower to flower sucks and nectar finds. But drunkenness is finite. So when finity of it be near let the Olympians conspire give way to my desire make me drunk again that I am sing continue in my verse forget all else: Drunken I view the Earth be full so full of injustices! and I as drunk the Earth as topsy turvy see! Earth does the same to me! We disagree! Yet somehow we go on: As a bee I suck on my beloved drinking my verse and song and sing with clear tongue and chant: for On poetry am I drunk as with the bee that flower to flower sucks and nectar finds.