Lisping the Lucid Light

I Think Ofttimes of Doctor Seuss

I Think Ofttimes of Doctor Seuss

I think ofttimes of Doctor Seuss
Ah, to read a fine verse as he used
To write: sans "Higher Meaning."
Sans epiphany. Sans poxy preening.
Sans anything like the usual geste.
Which, dear God, won't you put to rest?
He could write of Castles in the Sand
Near Whoville or some other land.
And, though, it's a dead metaphor
Done 10 million times before
From Terra to Tramfalmadore
He could stand upon that Fatal Shore
And not think of the Lost Lenore
And all the rest -- the usual bore
And be, so fine, without pretension
Which is damn hard I thought I'd mention.
No mermaids singing each to each.
No little girl upon that beach
Doing what's been done before
Undone by a dead metaphor.
He'd have a Castle in the Sand
And trampling it at his command
Perhaps a sullen Who or two
Quite indifferent to you.
Of "Higher Meaning" -- not a pinch.
And so, Good Day to You.

The Grinch

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