LINCOLN, LOOK!
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
amongst her early works

The sun is a young man.
How the ocean flirts with him.
How the warmth of his touch rouses her
How she fragments and multiplies upon herself
. . . . . . . . in a thousand changing places
. . . . . . . . the thousand changing faces
. . . . . . . . of his glory.

Lincoln, look!
The sun is an old man.
How he disdains his menstrous wife
for his moist mistress.
How jealous moon will not allow
Ocean to sleep under his hand.

. . . . . . . . No sleep, and mother of so many.
. . . . . . . . They should invent a pill for her.
. . . . . . . . Would she think it unnatural?

No mind. From time to time a piece of her
Settles in some dead sea
where, for lack of change, it grows more bitter salt
than its changeful aspect ever knew.

Change is her nature and her tears nourish
all her children.

……….

Alice B. Clagett

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