“I used to wonder About here and there— I think the distance Is nowhere. Garden Strange Distorted blades of grass, Strange Distorted trees, Strange Distorted tulips On their knees. Genius Child This is a song for the genius child. Sing it softly, for the song is wild. Sing it softly as ever you can— Lest the song get out of hand. Nobody loves a genius child. Can you love an eagle, Tame or wild? Wild or tame, Can you love a monster Of frightening name? Nobody loves... a genius child. Kill him—and let his soul run wild! Strange Hurt In times of stormy weather She felt queer pain That said, “You’ll find rain better Than shelter from the rain.” Days filled with fiery sunshine Strange hurt she knew That made Her seek the burning sunlight Rather than the shade.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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