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class to class and location to location—rhythm: the wave rhythm of Shakespeare watching clowns and kings sliding into nothing
XIX
This is the time of year
when boys fifteen and seventeen
wear two horned lilac blossoms
in their caps—or over one ear
What is it that does this?
It is a certain sort—
drivers for grocers or taxidrivers
white and colored—
fellows that let their hair grow long
in a curve over one eye—
Horned purple
Dirty satyrs, it is
vulgarity raised to the last power
They have stolen them
broken the bushes apart
with a curse for the owner—