Always Be Yourself Unless You Can Be a Librarian
Always be yourself unless you can be a librarian
Although you bear them on some walled shelf,
That you will pour your whole bearing into it,
A stone for the windows and your word.
You have the whole form of an ancient house,
An altar of some theatre for gold,
Fair as the rubies of the filigree.
Max was a shadow as graceful as some stem
As with the round sky over those old entry.
