Leaves of grass

"A world, a glimmer or a flower?"

141 square miles, political chant? 

Lost innocence equated with healing 

or infantile stubbornness? 

How unoriginal to have your intellect rebel only after a ghastly incarceration? 

How unoriginal to kiss a frozen cheek merely in fantastical dreams? 

"A world, a glimmer or a flower?"

I pine away, my lord

I pine away

I have carried this divine anguish 

for ten wild summers now 

Love, a life of bondage? 

Was my silence strong or 

had my resignation been more absolute? 

"A world, a glimmer or a flower?"