On First Looking in on Blodgett's ...*
Starbuck, George (1931-)
Mellifluous as bees, these brittle men droning of Honeyed Homer give me hives. I scratch, yawn like a bear, my arm arrives at yours -- oh, Honey, and we're back again, me the Balboa, you the Darien, lording the loud Pacific sands, our lives as hazarded as when a petrel dives to yank the dull sea's coverlet, or when, breaking from me across the sand that's rink and record of our weekend boning up on The Romantic Agony , you sink John Keats a good surf-fisher's cast out -- plump in the sun's wake -- and the parched pages drink that great whales' blanket party hump and hump.
The Oxford Book of American Light Verse (Harmon)