Cloth from the moon. Cloth from another planet.
They look back at the leopard like the leopard.
And I. . . . this print of mine, that has kept its color Alive through so many cleanings; this dull null Navy I wear to work, and wear from work, and so To my bed, so to my grave, with no Complaints, no comment: neither from my chief, The Deputy Chief Assistant, nor his chief-- Only I complain. . . .
Take it from Randall Jarrell, new consultant in poetry at the Library of Congress: Poetry is back in American life. You play it on your hi-fi, he says. That way you don't have to puzzle over what the words mean. You just listen to your high-fidelity phonograph. Mr. Jarrell told his first press conference in the Poetry Room of the library of Congress that Edna St. Vincent Millay was the last contemporary poet to be read by young men to young women in canoes. But he added, "I'll bet that last night hundreds of young men were playing Dylan Thomas to hundreds of girls in Greenwich Village." Dylan Thomas is the late Welsh poet whose readings on record achieved attracted wide attention here.
