All in a dream
Winter thoughts after taking Opium with Coleridge outside a Cafe since unvaccinated
Says I “Sam it’s cool if you unmask since even in the Respublica of San Francisco drinking outside is a human right since 1849 and the Uncle Toby decision on whiskey.”
“Sir,” he said, “I am grateful you are my guide to this bizarre dream, and place trust in you as a poet to enable me to puzzle meaning if any.”
“Sam there is total chaos. Implicate order relies on poetic vision. Wordsworth whom you broke with understood this and found order in the arrangement of impressions.”
“Still,” he sipped his hot coffee as we stood in Balmy Alley. “Your madness 200 years after my time, this is the result of falling away from Tradition. Both Covid and your Ukrainian crisis. “ It may indeed be fantasy when I
Essay to draw from all created things
Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings;
And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie
Lessons of love and earnest piety.
So let it be; and if the wide world rings
In mock of this belief, it brings
Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity.
So will I build my altar in the fields,
And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,
And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields
Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee,
Thee only God! and thou shalt not despise
Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice.”
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